And I was bore up in
the hole. The greek girl next to me had a small lace bralette wet and
clear and steady and black. And i was there. and I remember it. It
was a hole of water on the green of the creek. I shivered and bit at
my teeth like buzzing and the sunwrinkled leaves peeled green and
illuminated like the sun and bright. The divingboard indiscriminate
from my teeth clattering. Whos was there on the phone i said? No one,
she said. I tried not put my head under because i remember what that
show taught me about the animals. Shit, i thought, theres a girl back
for me and i’m here in this hole. Swimming. I was sad but not
long because the bralette shone black again and her hair got all wet
and slick on the ends. Fuck, i thought. I have a girl back home and
i’m here in this hole. Sploshing. And the glasses on her face
yellow and pink indigo swirling and dipping in the crystalline.
Clouds sitting indian like animals in the sky, the cold wind velvet
on my hands. I was profane and honest in my head but of course i
could never speak that way, about anything, about anything at all. It
tends to be like guilt or like innocence like fireworks reflecting in
the little glass on her face. The numb and muted chandeliers swinging
and dancing and moving without me? I haven’t the faintest clue
as to whether i will be grace or dirt. Hinges upon like sex, the
taste of the sweetest untouched fruit of the tongue and her’s,
glinting ready. But its never always that, in which i think of quite
often to be honest, but she’s easy to loveable and i cant not
love her, i see it like the sun sits on the porch or on the shelf
rather. But i also think its never me and it cant be. Who said that?
Sure as hell not me. If there were one thing i wish so heavenly to be
true, itd be that swimming hole to be the time and the other girl to
be the hands on the clock swinging gently within glass while i parade
like wind in her. The spoons in her right hand begging like sweet
glass on the steeple downtown having the time worn down slowly
without me but i hope to be there rushing into her the summer after
next and we’ve both failed at university but now we’ve
came around to liking each other’s face again. Fuck i can see
her dark face all in on with mine and it ceases to be in that queen
room up drawn to the top of me, the brain burns and singes and calls
angry and the dusk kinetics float glide like breath, oh that is mine,
that her’s, it’s here! It is here! wait , its gone and
here today, but i regained then forget once more. Brooding the tongue
pressed deeply sweet skin like magnolia petals so rough jagged and
awe in cotton wrapped up placed so goddess in my arms broken the hips
like small fast continuum of strength. SWITCH. Pulled and hampered
rain golden tears broken blue to sweet skin, you are you and why can
i never see that as a beauty. The swishing of that goddamn hair and
the sing and the color not like the downtown in your life more like
upstate because me and i can barely stand to you and pray in the fear
i have so lovingly agreed to serve and the guilt hanging my neck
unlike the 20s, o Emmit i miss you, the flash crack whips of your
golden and hairy body sickest whip of cocaine fever lightening like
skin of my bones and yours as well too its only a matter of small
time and were growing and the other falling like a ditch that is to
say we all fail and reover and do again for the sake of attempts and
innumerable ones at that. You forsake me, please rejoice in the gold.
Never like the return to the sender. And careful attempts of peace
and all the warning passive signs of malaise wading in her, which,
the sweet vegas chips screaming in the shoe box had warned me half a
year for. Sang in the angel’s delicate chest, words valor and
aqua vitae scrawled into black hair i weep and the tears mimic
the sea crawl.
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