Hey guys.
I hope the holiday is treating you well. I even hope you're trying new things--soft shoe, acid, buggary--whatever moves you. Now, I know this may be early, but I just wrote a new poem and I would like to hear some feedback. Please be gentle and accurate or tear me to shit--it's up to you. Oh and happy holidays.
Passiflora Incarnata
I crack me up. You doused
in every flavor I know. Skin,
skin and fingers and a sweater
belt. Exhibit white, purple,
a hen’s egg. Your finger curls
up like a star and I believe
it. Because that’s what stars do.
Beckon and create and
lick the air for liars. Maybe
I think better of this shape.
Or just maybe. You moan
soft sometimes and I
know what it means—pop,
Maypop. This surprise
is forthcoming, told—sugary
substance has inlay. My
thumb is alternate, a steady
holding. You loused
with other common names.
I have glands on my blade.
Jealous for the arrangement.
-Stevie
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Did you get my comments by e-mail Stevie? The internet was being pretty finicky.
yeah, i did. very helpful, thank you. so how's the break going?
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