thank g-d i didn’t meet you until it was far too late for any nonsense about being good for each other and thus no need to apply the defining edges of sugar-cookie cutters and compatible paradises to the doughs and the donuts of each other’s deities. instead, we hover at the fringes and knots of each other’s holidays, unbraiding the rules while blood surges toward blood, stream and system flooding sweet with honey and carrion, tossing out the tablets with the cheeseburger wrappers and Chinese takeout cartons when we kiss, we are the bubbling-overness of a minor cosmic joke and also its sting
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