and yet we’re still forgiven
see what we have asked of this land:
juicing zea jabbing through
chapped flats
see what we have asked of her soldiers:
contentment,
submerged alone in nuggets of
petrified human safetyglass
shower of obliterated abstracts;
white like love,
but no shards large enough to make out a face
eighth, ninth
in the wake
of presence
consumed by
tens of confrontations
egalitry too slick for
gallantry on the
balcony
the brow
our search for a piss club led only to an artisanal dentistry.
we promised
into a sky full of stars
and when it became black
we forgot everythingwe loved
into a calm ocean
and when it became rough
we felt emptywe kissed
into the sunlight
and when the clouds came
we couldn’t taste a thingwe loved wrong
but god how good
and alive it felt
k.m (via fluohrine)
