Scream scream
let me hold the mean.
Don’t you dare leave me tonight…
Be here, be here
have me as the virgin,
keep me to the mountain,
pierce me with the pines.
A night is sleeping here
behold behold
the cheap strings of an earthy mould.
My friend is on the fire,
poems are more real with the smell of burning flesh,
where the nowhere is…
beyond that sparkling blaze.
This is nonsense, this chilling body is numb…
a smooth leg, a mad ass
and too much crumpled sheets are needed.
There’s nothing left to scream, I guess.

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Photograph: Trevor Paulhus.