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February 13, 2020 Poetry

Textual joy

Stevie Belchak

Textual joy photo

I render a coin

for something 

I forgot

the sky 

scratching itself 

into decency

when I

wake up 

always rattling 

around

in my skin

a new aesthetic 

I can’t 

quite claim 

to understand 

meaning 

why the birds leave

birthmarks

adhesive

on the ground

people running

around 

their dreams

loudly

it can only 

get better

all the world

coming out 

my phone

I open 

another feeling

parentheses

breathe in 

pagination            

touching 

my screen

intimately

I feed

on good looks

the absolute

chasm

between my legs                   

emptying

all my

prescription bottles       

into 

my pit

I desire 

to burn out 

nature

my existence 

saying I’m not 

ready to go                            

I’m going 

to get 

somewhat better

I mean 

watch me 

high

I’m tagging 

the clouds

 

image: Mallory Brand


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