I am in earth as you find me
, in earnest, with soil & broken
glass from harmless fun last night
I am inert drinking last summer’s
rosé from the fridge echoing
old cheese, patient champagne
but stick with me ,drink—we will
not have to die slowly like those
forgotten grapes in france (
those poor bastards) Inert as
burned wood from last year’s
campfire & put yr thighs on mine
it’s better; yes? Inside it’s easy
to be born a little bruised
night after who’s-there night
Personally I prefer warming
up the bed for a girl who
lightswitchflicking undresses
before me ,pretending to be
a fireworks display between
four walls But here I am inert.
, in earnest, with soil & broken
glass from harmless fun last night
I am inert drinking last summer’s
rosé from the fridge echoing
old cheese, patient champagne
but stick with me ,drink—we will
not have to die slowly like those
forgotten grapes in france (
those poor bastards) Inert as
burned wood from last year’s
campfire & put yr thighs on mine
it’s better; yes? Inside it’s easy
to be born a little bruised
night after who’s-there night
Personally I prefer warming
up the bed for a girl who
lightswitchflicking undresses
before me ,pretending to be
a fireworks display between
four walls But here I am inert.
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