‘Disagreements’

I recall hot purple

tears

cliff-diving and

ricocheting

off craggy

cheeks

as my feet

took me places

in my apartment

that I felt as if

I had

never

truly

been before.

.

You made choking,

wet

pops

in your

throat

and could not look directly

at

anything.

.

All the

psychoanalysis

was

killing us.

.

I was

regurgitating

the poisonous

serpent

to get it out,

and you were

swallowing

the snake

in order

to make it

dis

ap

p

e

a

r

.

.

Absurdly,

I thought:

forgiveness

is like

a prickly

pear.

.

The words we

exhumed

bent grotesquely

as we

imbued them

with

new life,

and we

_w

___a

_l

___l

_e

d

them

in

with bricks

of burnt,

acid reflux

anger—

interweaving

and interlocking

with Brunelleschian

precision.

.

Could they

last

longer,

too?

.

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Quiet

Quiet,

quiet,

we do not

care

about

your insecurities;

only lift us up

when you triumph

and do not

overburden us

with what it

means

to fail

in your

particular

flavor.

.

You have such

eloquence;

you say a

thing

in your

l.i.m.b.s.

just

exactly

right.

.

Oh, but the words

of the playwright

_____f.

_lo.

____w.

through you

so

_sur.

___rep.

_ti.

___tious.

___ly…

.

I almost

for.

got.

myself

in your

velvet

melody.

.

Sing to me,

dance for me,

speak to me,

lie to me;

lie to me;

lie to me.

.

.

Quiet,

quiet,

.

lie to me,

please,

.

quiet,

quiet.

.

.

.

.