AND NIGHTS I WISH TO BE UN-REMEMBERED
i think of you and the rotten sun,
sinking into the sepulchral soil.
did i rob you of wanted i wanted to?
are you ten thousand yards long
and unable to shimmer?
or are you laying where the sun
has yet to set, bathed in its bleeding
warmth and it is only the effigy
i sewed that is drowned in dark
and desire?
notes: the title comes from tiffany’s “on a bus on the road below (at night)“
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