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You tell me / My red is / Your yellow / Or perhaps fire and sun are one / The same / Colliding and torrenting through your glazed retinas / For we breathe this air in / This atmosphere but / Your sky could be / My flame in a / Heartbeat / Your heart is my stone and / Your head is my heart and / Your life is my / flatline-

My heart beats Against the mattress from My upper arm and My chest is silent I Wonder sometimes if My ribcage is dark if My heart really is On my sleeve

I am a then thing. You wish for me in full bloom petals and pink martini rays of light and soft you sold your feet for shoes with velcro and empty dollar signs You wish and you pine on a heart that doesn't beat for your heart to gleam from the haunting sheen of your drooping eye sockets I flash and I fight on every wall my hands are in your hair my hands are everywhere your heart isn't there You put it in your pocket you seal your honesty and lock it Later, you say. I am a now thing. You lean on me to stilt your mind to the highest peak you can find online up for love but life has the longest line singular I don't believe in VIP

My neck cracks if I twist it far enough I know And I know that I can't live like this the easy fix is arthritis And somewhere far is knowing this Is never enough Not enough when you're old and frail and treat your scars like art in fact You pile the words you've taken back until they're dry and stale it's never enough Not enough when you're young and blue and everything is killing you You're seeing me I'm seeing you It's never enough I asked you why you're knowing me has shielded my reality and changing my mentality Is never enough I think and I think and I think and I think and I think It's never enough My neck cracks if I twist

There's me and then there's the rest of the world But when I was a little girl I'd stand so tall my toes, they'd curl Over the backs of my feet All I ever wanted was Impossible to reach

The sun, I thought, was spreading thin Like pale and patching, cracking skin Or maybe it's the heart I'm in The sun, I thought, was spreading thin The clouds, I thought, were going round The sky gone dim and darkness bound And maybe no one ever found The clouds, I thought, were going round The world, I thought, would take my hand And somehow it would understand But try I must and try I can The world will never take my hand

Is that all?      ... Yes, thank you. But is it? I am flung and I am falling into the applause of an empty room the tile ceiling and the feelings of the people around me fade blurring all motions and empty emotions falling apart floating bated breathing I am in space and I am terrified And--$2.99.      ... Thank you. I take my bandages And leave through the automatic doors.

Your heart is beating so fast that you pull it down and loop it over your thumb You stretch it through the day as it tightens it's hold Your heart is in your sleeve It was never meant to be a poem

              Shoot The boy speaks to the gun          Behind him       And the people         Beneath him           Shoot me The boy speaks to the trigger          Behind him         And the cars         Beneath him       Shoot me or I'll- The boy speaks to the gun          Behind him        And the traffic         Beneath him    Shoot me or I'll jump The boy speaks to the man          Behind him        And the world         Beneath him

I am perfume I rest on your wrists and your neck and your hips They can smell me They can almost taste me Their mouths fill with bile I am sickly sweet I am your empty smile I am your dragging feet I am perfume