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A Comfy Floor with Comfy Toppings We’re here, Slouched on the floor, Breaking every social rule, Not speaking because we’re smiling At the light on my computer, or The paper petrichor of his unfinished flipbook, or Each resonant crunch of her dusty Doritos, or Maybe none of that.   We’re here, Relaxed on the floor, Breaking every social rule, No activities, No dinners, No words in the air, None of that.   We’re here, Snuggled on the floor, Breaking every social rule and then some, Not whispering because we’re all we need, Our heads pay no heed to any bubble, Bonking gently on each other; We’re all our personal space. Our limbs pretzel upon whatever; Arms and legs and bodies embraced. Maybe none of that Should be so scary.

To Live Upon a Platen With every keystroke of God, Her typeface darkens the sky. The black and crimson veil of inky life She weaves upon this field of white. The veil so gently caresses the stars to their dull slumber. In the name of creation, she ruptures the platen page planet. The heavens’ steel rushes forth, carving canyons into pure snow. The stains it leaks reek of forever: every perfection a sin, every mistake a weak wound. The scars She invokes on the field will last until fire takes all. She is no deity without competition. And those fire-wielding tyrants of capital-H Him Will always take shelter in the ashes of burnt creation. But She'll never let them take Her hands. Nor the planets She's sculpted.

Codepen-dance She wore a close-eyed smile, She concealed her sullen fangs, She wore bright, paintstroke hair, She concealed her rain barrel for catching empathy. She warms me like a pillow plush as fresh lips, She covers the bed of nails it rests upon, She warms my heart beneath her tattered-sheet soul, She covers the radiant blood on her hands squeezing it. I will only glimpse a cemetery with two adjacent plots for us, I will deny that pair of graves which will hold no funeral, I will only glimpse the pregnant lack of would-be visitors she will turn away. I will deny having naught but mirrors in the palms of every extended hand reflecting What light there could have been if I only knew I could have grasped them.

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Nature, what a Death She Gave! Take me on a tour of a place you've never been. On a hike I yearned to find your best beauty, but Instead you sought for my soul. You thrash me against your veritable rocks, And digest me into your erosive slide. Let me respire through your eyes And feel your movement in every moment.      You’ve never been here.      You've never been to me. Claim it. Steal it. Relinquish it into the earth: From here my flesh is yours. Dissolve it into the soil. We'll tell stories of the living to each little ammonite Until I forget how to think in words. kiwen lon la ona li pona. It’s good to be a rock: Eventually, everyone will hold hands in the dirt. Speak my dying words unto each root. Send my blood to the trees and crystallize my mind. These temporary remains, make them beautiful in the mud. Bid farewell my bones and see me raptured for it. Maybe immortality is just this natural death.