Thursday, October 12, 2017

stalker girl

the new object of my affection 
makes the sound:
clunk clunk clunk thud oh fuuuuck

he broke his arm
red cast

it don't weigh him down
as he levitates 
the invariable landing on the bad arm

i like to watch him fly
i like to watch him fall the best
the inevitable grace of it
it should teach me 
but i'm wondering about 
the hollow of his neck
the turn of his ear
the silence of breath

we watch him across the parking lot
close enough to be creepy
too far to be called out on it

his speed and his gravity
they both appeal

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