Name the Never WasYou said I’d never botherName the Never Was
to write about her, about this, this girl with a name made and born
slipping, like a swift smirk off lips pursed by reality, Death’s hot breath down your neck,
making you beg, like her name, for forgiveness flicked upwind our hubris, arrogance in our “better times.”
We were always dead here, but we never had the guts to suggest it and wipe that sucrose-sweet rictus off pretty little faces too used to smiling
through the rot. And Hope died here too. She said I’d n
Nightlight KissesMen always sayNightlight Kisses
"She made me see God,"
our cosmic all-father,
touching the tips of your fingers like sex in the Sistine chapel, a perverse appeal in feeling his eyes,
like a peeping 13 year old who can't help but want that touch himself.
Men always say
"She's the wind beneath my wings,"
as though she carried him,
wrapped around him with winter blanket comfort,
and took him to Peter's Gate,
the realization of celestial dreams hidden deep in each of us.
Men always say
"She is my everything,"
as though the very breath from their lungs woul
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