the unforgivingness of exhaled textures by Rachel Davis

I wanted to unlearn love
It was like this body of water that kept taking me
.
When we talked of seasides all I could think of was repressed air
You left me there
swallowed
.
It was my undoing
That left me the most bare
Sequences of you between I
it was fluid
.
Love was a silent wound I was holding
bleeding into me
To a point where it was not but a dissection
Of my spaces where I laid my bent frame across patterned ground just so you could cross me
.
I remember swallowing the night so I could choke on a new hue
.
Loving the love that loved your type of love was a lullaby to a disintegration of an era where I would place my esophagus to the tune of waves crashing
.
Abandoning inside out palms
Because love wipes you away

People will approach you

Say it's gently used

 

People will suggest to you

the weight and color of your desaturated ions

 

Have you tried collecting

phrases like petals

 

Windows to water

 

I somehow landed in the middle

 

Surface tension breaching barriers of what I regard as here

 

It was a sheath

not paper

but thin

 

Paper cuts from misprints

smearing like bruises 

 

I can't read it 

 

Masking it

dissolving 

granulated sugar

was it sweet?

 

Marbled memories

are the same texture as clouds after rain

 

The heart you asked for 

Accrual of violent diagonals 

 

Yearly unaware

 

There's a mountain waiting for you

Like a mannequin and your gaze

 

Layered post it notes

Evenly composed

It is only a fraction 

 

You can speak once I'm gone 

 

It is quiet

but it doesn't mean I am blind 

 

Your blood is a poem

 

Maybe I'm crossing

criss cross

tic

tac

toe

like names of those left behind

 

Sprinkled pragmatically

It lingered on her fingertips 

 

Began it began

 

Like a serrated edge 

 

When I showed palms like papers

 

I was a word

Forgetting

all of the things

 

You are but a strand of sounds

married to a dot in the distance 

 

Thank you 

You rock and hold above ground breeze

that is a never ending sifting of sounds

that feel like their breaths

 

The junction of puncturing me

while also loving me

is a quiet wind of hysteria

 

It never looked like that before

Diamonds in your eyes

or rather just divorces sighs

A spider is swallowing you whole and 

you don't mind because it reminds you of your

reflection 

 

A broken mirror places you within 

the gratification of compartments 

 

Like an accordion

ribbed flustered aqueducts line the outilne

of your jaw

You're in all of it

 

There are oranges you peel and tissue paper

you see through

that eroticizes this notion

 

You choose a way to see

subverting the swayed alphabetical order

of the stencil you drew

it betrays you 

 

antidotal doses of barricaded claps

rearrange in your mind what it means to grasp

 

Lying but I was not asleep

Lying but I did not speak

 

Sunlight spearing skin 

kept in full 

here

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