Poems from catbean
i. she had dark, angry thighsbursting of pride and promiscuity;tall and bulky, she was the envyof every freckled frame,lean on her sparse...
he spells out his name in letters he imagines because - because (he can't write) on the sand, and it's okay (it never...
speaking in dead termslike latin and love - an anestheticfor the threnody of sky,the strip of skin puckered and released its shouts -a...
i am not a cause.
don't defend me; i am nota force to be reckoned with, nota reason to persevere andi am not selflessforgive me for only...
there are some who will saythat the death is found in the corpse –the walking rendition of 3 days empty; thebones grinning through...