We Had a Good Time Didn’t We?
Poem — let me spend all my good living on you i have no plans, only characters survivors of the unanswerable questions of self addicted to the next bite of fear let me acquaint you with my nature, shut like your eyes when you kiss if the memory develops a space for us let this be where i feed my body to an impossible day where i hold you constantly whether i am there or not we’re all dreamers, you say yet i never dream, i remember
Poem — In my lap, dancing. I’m paying Fear in ones and twos. Twenty bucks, and I’ll engrave your memory, she says. Do you like ink beaten into your skin? Nothing quite hurts like the truth. Where do I want it? In the carnivorous club that is my mind, past defense mechanisms, superstitious servants lying…