please, if you are a US citizen, don't forget to vote today if you haven't already
for you all last minute-ers like me
autumn waterI wonder what the trees taste likeautumn water by Sasukesadork
in the dark bathed in wind in November,
I wonder what a spoon looks like
dipped a drawn sticky with ether and spinal fluid
wash it clean in the river
of the metallic vomit ache inside the bones in my jaw
when I’m stuck between a rock that wreaks of dying
and the wet autumn dirt beneath.
There’s no rush of adrenaline,
just an old fantasy
of a concrete slab somewhere under ground getting heavier
breaking bones one by one.
ShirtsI can't dress how I'm feelingShirts by Sasukesadork
because they don't make clothes like that.
They don't make
airplane pink streaks in morning skies
or full tanks of gas the night before leaving.
They don't fall the night or
sprinkle the stars burning red
on the highway before the sun rises.
They can't reflect the first orange glow
on the leaves of the autumn trees
and make the color sing.
They wish the beautiful bodies
they spoon into their shirts
yearned for beauty,
yearned for the fibers
peeled out of minimum wage hands
the way we cross our fingers for luck.
Instead I fall headfirst
into community sheets, grass stains,
and the clothes somebody gave me.
I'm not ashamed of the bodies
they've been on before.
Cold HandsIt wasn’t nurses or midwivesCold Hands by Sasukesadork
when I was born.
Just Time with his fingers wrapped around my ankle,
just Time in his cloak with his chains.
First he carried me,
then taught me to walk,
but when I can’t keep up he drags me behind,
I can only do as much as I can.
Some days he has to step on my chest to keep my heart beating,
kick in my lungs to keep them breathing.
I roll over on the chains in the morning,
bite on steel, pocket nickels,
fingernail wires apart
for the coppery bite inside.
Every pause requires a payment.
Even when I’m walking on razors
he doesn’t slow down.
giftFor Christmasgift by Sasukesadork
I got you a gift
And for me
Find me inside
Take me out of my body
I got you a gift
Here, take my face
Kiss it on the mirror
Give it a spin
Just promise not to give it away
Grows up out of me
A forest of green, green trees
I wanna be more
Than body and sound
I'm buried underneath
Carries the words
A geyser to the shore
Can't promise not to lie
I get so tired
And they get so heavy
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Anyone who donates gets a llama and lots of gratitude because who doesn't regret pretty much every choice they made in junior high.