for nat & allie
sometime in september: v. tired and v. happy.
sometime in october: daniel: do revise this with attention & sacrifice. am doing my best to write this for the specifics of this fog or. at this point we sense the shapes and they are what they are. you all soft intonation of tendency to not and then our notes beginning in and, with little reason to believe the strict paternal persists. contract transitional as ever to say: come on over.
& couldn't write in this tongue without you or a for-you at all no.
when i throw back poem shades at various bits of your bodies it's mostly the implausible fact of a parting gift for the cut-along moisture of your two voices ever-returning. lyrical construct as byproduct of a touch realistic and neurosis a bit literate on labile happenings of: i say to you: hurts, how much? alternatively: you taught me as everything does not to tighten the tips of skinlight and also to press second adolescent composition of crescents to the point of newness, thank you.
shallow like nail surface my speech to more than any fatten our doing to fastening force to the death of a fear of a not-to now, rather to recognize the fault of touching in historical disarray or also: i love you and by this end i'll have repeated it: repeat.
alcohol or the sun accelerate and amplify the effects of meds and your voice to the fact of belonging: thank you then shift cycle to break knuckles and resistances, knock harsh on sensation of once again: what is a boy and how to best boost to nonsense a crow's nation? like a desire then demonstrated to do simple the circle of ours, then i stupid smile like.
& surprised at friendship or belonging then.
these the lacks in lisbon's yellow transversals which have versed the river in long-blued raw yes bits: now you are here and poet -- and me very shaken to snap still heavy marks of her doing -- you who are neither artist nor insect, but could you yet verify my reluctances, aka the frame of the earth? and he meanwhile mending these malleable not-me's for me to mull over and love off and offer.
& project emerge: more than regret and regress: movement, meaningful now.
needless to say never the purpose to bring me the book of big breath and pot bellied boy, the one with poemstuff under tongue and nail plus sentiment plus laugh even, but you repeatedly have and the other one's too.
& now this other boy i like, likes me, such calm and so smooth, v. good.
& summer generous and sight of waves seen from underneath, flurry of bubbles snapping against the surface of my eyes.
august's metabolic aperture: demissexes stammer demure the daft doing of softness: i know this world is broken but still you go and girl it. this liquid acts androgynous or more like another the boyish drainage of politics and impacts to intimacy, say androgynous or an erection of accidents lacking roots or genes: roughly, a generosity.
& belly full of love and boys and poems, things possible.
& am grateful.
reading like buddy kept to fist and chest clench the move outwards repeat: secure by best to first-said and recuperated the sense to nothing but us, but enough. then loss of king of hearts: boyishly felt heavy morningwebs with generosity of attention and: gained. amplitude of forgetfulnesses despite the care of need to keep on keeping the i do you did: our arrangements cut off and aired out to constellate underarticulated our possibility of love as a serious thing, much better then.
& hope everything is v. good for you & love you so much, buddy.
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