Month: June 2023

I’m not turning thirty
I’m just two fifteen-year-olds living inside each other
trying to get high
in the foetal position, being 
summer denim of wanting to crash a pink car and
be done again

slightly out of sync
blossomability

many circus strays
coming apart at the seams
feeling gloam and yogic
the dog licking peanut butter from deep in the jar
of common nutrient
lightning burst out my early life
gone clown anon
bright and soundproof
strawberry motorway moon 
more on earth than ever

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Covet the pearl zone 
for perfect touch, the greatest football hits of oblivion
screaming at each other why not 
call out the willowy you
being louche as hell
shedding the 
water weight

wearing grave emoji
things I can’t say
discard complete water works 
total my carless mind
in prairie physiology
crying wild lupine 
lucky girl

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Roleplaying cuddlecore
applying emotional topcoat
I want to sabotage language at source
invincible in supercrush 
scoring a hat-trick 
forget chapped lips 
stop being the autodidact 
shoving vending machines into communism

“Yes,” said everything, “wait and see.”
Hope unlocked streets of it
seeing myself grown backwards 
spiral of childhood computer realism
beautifully archived cloud formation
having lemonade with them

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I want to learn natural breath talent like
effortless summer quantum 
angel chancellery of Harriet Wheeler
the fractal age of being remembered
love thirty
simulates
living in time-
sensitive seedballs
winning the main affection
your aura an orange-tipped butterfly 
knows me imago-
formed at the middle
hot pyramidal orchid 
nutrient poor
never leaving your chrysalis 

I would give a whole voice, gold shining sounds
in the gorse mandy
glow up
for gemini life cycle 
link in biome
all nerve 
heavenly
electropolis
in bath spider soliloquy
how do I eat

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Turning thirty
in permanent acoustic mutability
pushing my name down the stairs

it’s funny and sad 
like television lacunae
or oestradiol credit score

a feel good
pulse ballet of love inclination

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Being mortal goldilocks 
awake forever warm and moreish
sometimes I forget
we held each other 
meadow-wise
blemished white lies and cowslip
nights of insane fertility 

gentler than a blood result mood boost
born in the year of In Utero

Saturn returns
sirens 
at the back of cinema 

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When I can’t replicate 
being the same two ages 
everything will be 
okay 

and windswept so 
totally interesting 
pretty void bluet 

drinking a case of Sundays

prom waltzing myself 
back to bed in each stanza

one of us says to the other 
about that pain in our side
“who bruised you?”