transcendentally stoned song off a balcony
hand through his hair as it falls on the floor
panting on my back said “holes aren’t longing
to be filled” oh wait, yea what about the one stretched
so far over night slouched in your dimming light
crying while making out with the most beautiful man
terminal walk up a mountain grace of
degeneracy being the body around an anus
wanted to pee on you in a loving way worse loss of all
wet arrow to the back of the head why this urgency
unrolling the length of your jouissance don’t know
what the deposit body of the earth is fags know death
live close to death the shape of your neck is real
this kind of waiting is the love itself i don’t care
what you meant a long black glove slides over history
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About the Author
Chariot Wish is a poet living in New York City. They are the editor of A*N*U*S magazine and author of A New Heaven And A New Earth (Wonder Press, 2021). They can be contacted at chariotbirthdaywish@gmail.com.
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