how a resurrection really feels.

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Nov 20

Let’s kiss. Let refrain do what it does. From touching,

how skin withstands toxins, organs glued. I love holding you.
Orchestrating the drive down Occidental Blvd, we’re accident in future tense.

Pigeons make a standstill. Coffee stains upholstery. At intersections,
fever is a combination of fear and hot pavement.

Let kiss and chemicals and cannibals and feathers. Unsnap. Unwhip.
Hinging on: how could you? Warp the mouth around open-ended swallows—

birds, I mean. Stay long enough. Let’s happen.
Do what you’re going to.

- Kelli Anne Noftle, Seatbelts Off (via grammatolatry)

Reblogged 3 months ago from grammatolatry

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