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Centennial
01:46
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Paper hats hung loose off stubby ponytails in the most precious days of my life, when I hadn't yet noticed I was a runt among boys and girls. You promised to get the night off—said we'll watch Dallas against Tampa. I know it's stupid, but I've been so excited all day. With my long arms flinching and my big big feelings, I crave clean, decent fun. Each hour a clock's song, we got silent there in bed—all of me fitting handily on your tummy. In my dreams I get up to no good with a Ulysses cowboy gun. I'm trying to get my mother's attention in the yard. Her mouth is moving, but only the cries of a goat are coming out. I know it's dumb, but long from now, when we're older, I'll pay for a warm meal in town and bathe you by bucket and rag when you begin to lose reason. You believe me the way my child self longed to be believed. You're my new father and the most beautiful living thing.
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Unsex Pledge
02:25
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Your flaccid touch—I'm thrown on my meek hands at the peak of our dance. Each time that you hold onto me, I come apart in strands. This body is cruel. One step forward; two steps back; an unending cycle of disappointing everyone I love, so I've cut my last tether, fragile as they were, every memory hurling me towards the setting sun, the teeth marks on my arm, every crossing within the stars. "You mean so much to me," and all I can muster is don't tell me you love me or hold onto that until I find—I need to find someone new within myself. Keep telling yourself that you're mine and one day you might believe it. (You lied.) If I ever got the chance to tell you how I truly feel, nothing would change.
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Watcher--Heretic
03:49
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Why do I feel so sorry around you, and do you feel it too? It's unpleasant, but the truth is stubborn. I'll be consumed by you into my final moments.
I won't reduce myself to begging, but I don't have the strength to tell you how much I love you. (we won't return to where we once were; I won't come home.)
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Gibusong
03:20
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I am nothing but an instrument. Nine months passed, muled and wilting in rags. Fed your skin.. our lonely lips entwined. As I stumble locked at the wrists, I don't know if I'm talking to myself when I ask where you've been.
Desperation on my part, kindness on yours, in sickness and in health upon my body. I've got all your starlight to see. I'll see you tonight. Oh I'll see you tonight...
I would steal all the stars in the sky just to have one moment with you. On the street, yarn-like startling eyes gleam. God made our gold skin to be plotted on. Grief is a beginning and an end.
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Ancient Roman Candle
06:05
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I can't make it on my own; what once bloomed from sunrays won't materialize in this flesh. Trailing behind him in gardens of vines so rich, all our friends play games and dance among wet moss and stone.
(The funeral wake.)
Every time I turn around, it's there; the path turned bitter and cold. Remembering you and your smallest details, forever, in a constant state of grace, these precious moments impressed in May's door. Oh, forgive me friend.
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Forgive me friend.
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