The Ultimate

HICCUPS: erupt my chest                 as chars            as ripped lungs

Flanking heart             as pairs            as words          you don’t care


I swear an oath to thee:


Don’t take me down

I can’t help hate

Words break apart

At the end.



The composite                        of “we”            we rip              like fabric

In the backseat                        forged              something more          a hole              the ultimate


The worst feeling in a mall:


Second floor

Urban Outfitters

We watch a few films

A festival worth.


I WRITE A FEW HUNDRED THINGS ABOUT YOU:                 wait                             a while

For you                                               to notice                                              how much                                           it matters                                             to me

If you                                                  can                                                       if you don’t mind.



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