swearing cheapens everything
it fucking does
I went away to practice my elocution
why do you have to sexualize everything
you’re the one who insisted on the mountains
the snow like cream
the foothills dank with fir
sappy air that ignites when you snap your fingers
such danger
much fear
I went to practice elocution
the shape of words and
the morals
to every fairytale
eat the apple: sleep a thousand years unchanged
then fuck a prince
“so what’s the catch?”
(2023)
Have I written any poems this year? I keep posting old poems to Insta because I’m lazy and I need content. I don’t write poetry with any diligence. Only when the words need to be poems and not my standard prose.
But I went to an indie book fair yesterday. Everyone in my town is a poet or knows a poet. Pretty, pretty books everywhere. This is what I bought:
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