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Tag Archives: C. J. Miles
If I’m a tree then you’re a tree & every comedy is romantic until a knife passes through the heart of a scalp. Tell the willows I’m coming. Tell the coming I’m here. Tell eternity to keep its fucking mouth … Continue reading
I’m inclined to consume, to cover you in fog, A Kevlar vest, to hide what innocence is left. The waves are quiet. Dead, maybe. Come closer, my secret has a secret to tell you. Where will tomorrow go? And will … Continue reading
The good things start with O: oxycodone, ovenbirds, oxygen, Omar from The Wire, orgasms, often, only, our. Occasionally, orifices. The first moment you walk into a room. Or, that time you did that thing with your tongue and I forgot … Continue reading
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
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
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
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
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