Tag Archives: C. J. Miles

Sex Poem Written at a Coffee Shop on a Night in November

Last night you came so hard you told me you had a headache, so I opened my neck and you pulled out two Tylenol. You swallowed like it’s the only thing you’ve ever done. I closed my neck and we … Continue reading

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I Never Want to Grow Civil War Old

There are so many ways to find your ending it’s like a choose your own adventure story or ordering off the value menu at McDonald’s. Lust is a metaphor for why the wind creases the trees into crooked poles, so … Continue reading

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Night with Tongues

I want to get into a fight About how we never get into fights. You look happy! You look happier! Fuck you, I love you! Fuck you harder, I love you more! I’ve decided that thinking is no longer healthy. … Continue reading

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from Movie Star in Action Film

Please know us is why I put Sunscreen on a linden tree, a river In another river. This morning I woke up wearing the ugliest font. Nothing makes sense anymore. His daughter is gone and I don’t Know what to … Continue reading

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What Is Anything Without Pandas

I want to Eskimo-kiss the fuck out of your nose, Get fancy with your knee caps. I bought you a window so I’d have a reason To toss pebbles. I hate every show that doesn’t Star you, every show where … Continue reading

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The Problem With Limbs

I’m trying to imagine a bigger infection than love and maybe there’s not. Maybe that’s why sickness swells in such small places: a mosquito speaking Portuguese, a plant turned carnivore, my grandmother slowly turning inside out. The problem with limbs … Continue reading

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