aesthetic.

[duskmeadow]

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thirstiness is not equal division, kaveh akbar

[duskmeadow]

I swear to God       I swear at God       I won't
mention what He does to me      I lack nothing I need
unless you count everything I want      I'm meant
to be spreading tenderness over the earth like seeds
like worms      instead I've been shoveling coal
into burning houses      fanning the ash      hold your
applause      hold the horns curling out from my skull
which are getting so long now and so sharp      if you think
of evolution as ancestral advice      then a baby's eyelids
drooping from fruitsugar could mean this world
is too sweet to bear awak      give me an orgy of sleep
give me sleep from every angle      for years I stood
in the semeny ginko staring at my hands      believing
in afterlives      thinking one day I'd wake into
a new kind of body      like a fish suddenly
breathing air through its eyes      it's easy to give life
as a gift      pull fisherman from frozen water or
put a puppy in a Christmas box      but it's harder
to remember stillness is also a prize      consider
the composer's fever and the aria it delivered
or the begger who woke to find a jewel
in his palm      once I saw a girl's death mask smoothed
by the kisses her father gave her nightly      once
I cut open my thigh on a razor wire fence and filled
the wound with Kleenx      somehow it healed leaving
only a long white scar      the penalties for my disregard
have always been oversoft      deterring nothing
I've made it clear I am not to be trusted with a body
always leaving mine bloodless as ice      with just a needle
of breath left in its lungs      sometimes when I run
I run like a beautiful man      in a straight lines clean
as spidersilk      sometimes if I'm silent for long enough
even the wild around me stops moving