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“I am always hungry and wanting to have sex. This is a fact.”
the beige phone hangs on the wall with a windey cord. i pick it up and ask for you, though no one is there. hello, i say? are you close? I'm cuming. the room smells of oil and superhit, burnt cream and espresso. i wade in white bedding, checking for bed bugs. perched on my shins, wanting. a daisy-print slip with pink corneas holding the petals in place. lonliness is the landing point; i sleep to remember home. i dine on crystallized ginger and brazilan chocolates. small cups of cashews and blueberries. the floor is full of sand so i sashey from bedside to kitchen. without you, i have no timelines. without routine my being bleeds into the burnt milk on the stove. i tried to clean it and thought not to. the ants are my company and the spiders will arrive soon. the moon is always smiling or frowning, depending on your philosophy. we rotate toward the last quarter phase. taurus. teach me how to love, Venus. present me the material boons to sweep me from this hotel room onto a ship where it rains and storms! home. baby sparrows wait in their bed of sticks to be fed. mouths open. baby bird me, honey. i'm wet and can't find it.
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