Forty-Five.

14/2/14

Izzy circle

izzy

this is one of those days where I’m standing here,
holding my life in little pieces in my hands
looking down at it and wondering
what is this – is it mine?

and David Bowie’s swinging on the chandelier
it’s snowing outside, fire tickling my neck
glasses chiming another hour, another hour
living with my breath punching the air

high-fiving just the thought of you,
saluting the stars, even though
they’re lost in the clouds
writing love letters to all my friends –

hold yourself like a lover, like china,
like you would a hammer that is just about to strike
spin around one more time and remember to
remember this is how Valentine’s should be

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Sarah circle

sarah

Tonight is a wolf moon
So I stand in the garden, smelling of beer and dirt
And spare a starry thought
For all the lovers tangled in each others’ hair
With their spit-slicked kisses
And bloodlust fucking
Tearing into miles of overripe flesh
Sucking each other like mandarins
Pith and piss and poetry.
Valentine’s Day is a day for people to say
‘I love you’, instead of ‘I want to devour you.’

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