It's been hot. My brain melted.
Heat
Has a weight and shape
Humid and unrepentant
She runs her hot hands down my
Sweat-slicked sides
Slips and grabs and growls
Hot breath on the back of my neck.
Heavy-lidded she flutters
On the ceiling next to the fan
Blowing and gathering
To watching the small trickle of
Sweat emerge from under my breast
To memorize its meandering path
To the sheets.
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Predation Mask
About Me
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- I fly under the radar. I have a quietness about me. I feel deeply and long for intensity. I make up silly songs. I think thoughts on things I wish to share with strangers. I sleep in layers of soft cotton. I draw. A lot. I am a member of the human experiment. I look for the edges of things
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