"tell me about the dream where we pull the bodies out of the lake / and dress them in warm clothes again."
scheherazade
"He had green eyes, / so I wanted to sleep with him / green eyes flicked with yellow, dried leaves on the surface of a pool- / You could drown in those eyes, I said."
"You could drown in those eyes, I said, / so it's summer, so it's suicide, / so we're helpless in sleep and struggling at the bottom of the pool."
"But damn if there isn't anything sexier / than a slender boy with a handgun, / a fast car, a bottle of pills."
little beast
"Your want a better story. Who wouldn't? / A forest, then. Beautiful trees. And a lady singing. / Love on the water, love underwater, love, love and so on. / What a sweet lady. Sing lady, sing! Of course, she wakes the dragon. / Love always wakes the dragon and suddenly / flames everywhere."
litany in which certain things are crossed out
"The blond boy in the red trunks is holding your head underwater / because he is trying to kill you, / and you deserve it, you do, and you know this, / and you are ready to die in this swimming pool / because you wanted to touch his hands and lips and this means / your life is over anyway."
"The green-eyed boy in the powder-blue t-shirt standing / next to you in the supermarket recoils as if hit, / repeatedly, by a lot of men, as if he has a history of it. / This is not your problem. / You have your own body to deal with. / The lamp by the bed is broken. / You are feeling things he's no longer in touch with. / And everyone is speaking softly, / so as not to wake one another."
a primer for the small weird loves
"You were crying and eating rice. / The surface of the water was still and bright. / Your feet were burning so I put my hands on them, but my hands / were buring too. / You had a bottle of pills but I wouldn't let you swallow them. / You said Will you love me even more when im dead? / And I said No, and I threw the pills on the sand, / Look at them, you said. They look like emeralds."
i had a dream about you
"He's on top of you. He's next to you, right next to you in fact. / He has the softest skin wrapped entirely around him. / It isn't him. / It isn't you. You're falling now. You're swimming. This is not / harmless. You are not / breathing. You're climbing out of the chlorinated pool again."
the dislocated room
"The trees in wind, the streetlights on, / the click and flash of cigarettes / being smoked on the lawn, and just a little kiss before we say goodnight. / It spins like a wheel inside you: green yellow, green blue, / green beautiful green / It's simple: it isn't over, it's just begun. It's green. It's still green."
meanwhile
crush by richard siken, on the colour green, drowning / water, and pills
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