Each Defeat

Please! Keep reading me Blake because you’re going to make me the greatest poet of all time Keep smoothing the stones in the driveway let me fry an egg on your ass & I’ll pick up the mail. I feel your absence in the morning & imagine your instant mouth let me move in with you— Travelling wrapping your limbs on my back I grow man woman Child I see wild wild wild Keep letting the day be massive Unlicensed Oh please have my child I’m a little controlling Prose has some Magic. Morgan had a whore in her lap. You Big fisherman I love my Friends. I want to lean my everything with you make home for your hubris I want to read the words you circld over and over again A slow skunk walking across the road Yellow, just kind of pausing picked up the warm laundry. I just saw a coyote tippy tippy tippy I didn’t tell you about the creature with hair long hair, it was hit by cars on the highway Again and again. It had long grey hair It must’ve been a dog; it could’ve been Ours. Everyone loses their friends. I couldn’t tell anyone about this sight. Each defeat Is sweet.