Do not take tongues for granted,
they know the inns and out of a culture
deeper than you will ever fathom.
Even now
I caress your mother’s language
as if I can taste you on it.
Moya malen’kaya sova,
moya strastnoye zhelaniye.
If I could steep it like coffee
I’d relish the bitter on my tongue.
It would taste like the centuries
and frozen lakes to come.

Do not take tongues for granted,
they know the inns and out of a culture
deeper than you will ever fathom.
Even now
I caress your mother’s language
as if I can taste you on it.
Moya malen’kaya sova,
moya strastnoye zhelaniye.
If I could steep it like coffee
I’d relish the bitter on my tongue.
It would taste like the centuries
and frozen lakes to come.

@siriusnightradio Hi, what a wonderful message. Thank you so much for sharing your explorations of poetry! I am so sorry you are feeling depression on you lately, I am too intimately known with the feeling.

What are you reading lately? I just read this Anne Carson poem and feel hopeful about today: phys.unm.edu/~tw/fas/yits/arch

Thank you for reading my words <3

break in essay writing to paint on the walls and dance with my wing shawls.

We’re done loving
each other through
flesh on flesh and breath.
Do not think for a second
there isn’t a terrible part of me
that will love you
even if you rot. Even if all there is
is bones.
There are such pieces of me
that still sing the loss of you
as a hymn through the halls
that is my rib cage.
There hasn’t been stillness
since you.

We’re done loving
each other through
flesh on flesh and breath.
Do not think for a second
there isn’t a terrible part of me
that will love you
even if you rot. Even if all there is
is bones.
There are such pieces of me
that still sing the loss of you
as a hymn through the halls
that is my rib cage.
There hasn’t been stillness
since you.

Tender,
I want to ruin tender. To hurt it,
like I absentmindedly finger old lace until
my nails scrape the fibers apart and I emerge on the other side something worse than when I started.

Patreon poem #2 should be up tonight or tomorrow early afternoon.

become careless so you can take better care of the things you really care for

I have dragged autumn in by the neck
like a dead bird caught by a cat.
It had potential and I intend to squander it.
Licking the taste of it
from my mouth like a killer I wish to end
every breath of these days
until nothing is left
but the stillness of winter.

I have dragged autumn in by the neck
like a dead bird caught by a cat.
It had potential and I intend to squander it.
Licking the taste of it
from my mouth like a killer I wish to end
every breath of these days
until nothing is left
but the stillness of winter.

Tender,
I want to ruin tender. To hurt it,
like I absentmindedly finger old lace until
my nails scrape the fibers apart and I emerge on the other side something worse than when I started.

The second death is the biggest thrill you’ll ever have. It rips through you, flowing like cream soda floats and sticking like candy apples to my teeth, my heart!
ba dum
ba dum
ba dum all through the night.

I built a ginger bread heart, it lures them in, so sweet my smile is when cherry gush
flush my skin and they say I smell divine. A trail of chocolate kisses to the bed and then,
hush now,
still now,
their screams go on all through the night.

2/2

Ginger Bread Heart
-
I built a ginger bread heart, gumdrop blood drops and marzipan veins.
Marshmallow chambers and sticky cherry gusher aortas. You can’t tell, it beats
ba dum
ba dum
ba dum all through the night.

The first death is the hardest, when you’re young. I loved a boy like
Candy worms and fairy sticks. I told him to come inside and take a bite.
ba dum
ba dum
ba dum all through the night.

1/2

watching @JenJen stream while getting ready to leave for class

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