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b1gb0nes
b1gb0nes midwest poet • taurus
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a short collection of poetry about, for, and written by a lover.

#1: MANY SWINGING AMERICANS ENJOYING EACH OTHER A GREAT DEAL

you lay patiently on the forest floor

mushrooms + spores growing from

your weak back

you think you're charles atlas

you think you're kute

I will crack open your body and reveal

the silt and mineral content under

your delicate ribs

I will throw you into the mist of the mountains

you are among the indigenous species.

eventually you will discover beetles

in your lungs

and you will cough them up like Ill-advised paragraphs

we make out in graveyards

you stretch your bony wings

begging to be crucified

and I will bend them back against the splintered wood until

I hear your shoulders clasp around those posts.

#2: CLAUDE MONET

you say nothing about how I love pink,

a surprising fact when most enter my room.

I'm not the badass I think I am when I'm with you.

my room is flooded with orange

and red

and I have a candle called Luck burning

I tell myself it's because it smells good.

I turn on horror movies for the background noise

and by the time the opening scene takes place

I know you aren't looking at the T.V. anymore.

when you take your glasses off to get closer to me

I become a painting by Claude Monet.

I become the weeping willow,

I become the water lillies,

I become the poppies-

embossed brushstrokes at the hand of a man.

#3: IN FALL

your arms are the branches of an apple tree

and apples fall from your dry palms

and you are beautiful.

I lap cider up like a child

with my smooth cheeks burned by the wind.

fall has days on which I want to be buried

and I'll put my big bones on top of yours

in a position that makes old women blush

And pumpkins open their bodies to us in very revealing ways that I may or may not be comfortable with.

you told your friend that that I've got pretty eyes

and you smooth my baby hairs back with short-nailed fingers.

everything about this fall has made me want me want to die, decay and be reborn into your arms.

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