The Night They Stopped Searching
Where You’ll Find Me
There Is A Light Where You Are
My heart delights in you.
27
another night I walked
between the streetlamps
and you were
here
chewing on wires
your ‘case for christ’
-gutted
lips split clean
the hook
forgot you
and you thanked it
still
Queer Time
pillow talk
Every Record Broken
on names
into inches
done.
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