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GENETIC MEMORY OF HONEY

 
 
 
MORNING  
 
you spoke orange light
fearless creature movements
but fearing to turn inside out
taking more than your share
of oxygen fucking so violently
 
 
MIDDAY
 
we parted as cowards or snails do
keeping ourselves and our limbs in
more than wed managed to in 10 days
I turned back to watch you walk
 
 
AFTERNOON  
 
came home came back to where wed left
and slowly I realised youd left so little of you
I could only find traces of coconut
hair in the fabric of a towel
fuck in the shorts youd worn
 
 
NIGHT
 
I slept short and dreamful
I slept with my right arm
still extended to the wall
the next day is today and I know
Ive to erase you/clean/spray/wipe you away
 
 
HONEYCOMB FORMATION  
 
after I eat I sit cross legged in the corner  
of my room/pull a long hair of yours
from my sock and lay it on the table
near a melted star to either
gather dust or blow away to gather dust







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MrAlptraum
Written by MrAlptraum (Mr A)
Published | Edited 23rd Feb 2021
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