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mutate

22 Wednesday Jan 2014

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In the night, I feel you strip my bed clothes
off me, flesh on flesh on my hair, just cut,

drifts down against your neck. You are there, nose
nuzzled, lips pressed against the pale riot-

root scar of my bleak chest. I feel your weight
on my body. It’s not all that I feel.

Softly, slowly both of us will mutate
into the other: the hungry, ideal

hunter, the shyest of bucks. In the night
I’m blood-mad, as if the orgasm’s prey

would now cure me. As if I were the brave
one and you slowly giving up the fight.

I promise, one day you will hear me say
“I love you” while standing over my grave.

only human

02 Wednesday Oct 2013

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I.
These scars exist to show that I survived.
That the things that you prized I overcame.
Only those of us who have been deprived
their hearts know their weaknesses. And the shame
that you called puberty, you called hormones,
was a door that I walked through on my own.
I’m still changing. You said that flesh and bones
can’t be denied; yes, the pain that you’ve shown
me, the scars that you’ve cut into my skin,
I can’t deny. I’m still changing and you
fight with dirty tooth and claw, since you can’t
change—you’re only human. What you call sin
is faith. What I call love you call taboo
and what I call my prayer you call a rant.

II.
so sad too
bad get
over
it

asshole …