I read all of Asano over the course of a year Initially horrified at how quickly I could consume a lifetime How easily it fit amongst other things Work Novels Even Stephen King will at his end Fit in the closet of a rented room Asano filled a shelf Bookended by a magic eight ball and a large stone Later I realized it would probably be alright To be reduced to a slightly unwieldy collected…
It was just an average day, I was watering my plants. But then I notice you from afar, I am curious as to how you got there. I decide to let you grow, Since you are only small. And could not possibly hurt me, Could you? A week passes by and you have grown so much already, I seem to recall you were just a baby. I decide to let you grow, Since I am…
love me, love my body let me thaw for two days then bathe me in your vinegar rub your hands down into my sex I am born again, cured by your hands. turn me over, and peel back my skin stick your knife deep into my body give me your cross-hatch kisses I’m ready to be stuffed oregano, garlic, oil, adobo y salt to taste stick your fingers inside me it’s okay baby, we are…
As we recline on the roof of this borrowed car, our skin lies as canvas to the paint of the ethereal midnight blanket of wonders stitching our shadows together. Our presence in this absence of light disrupts the branches swaying to the incessant beating of our young breaths. Overlooking the restless city from this balcony of dirt and dreamy musings, we imagine ourselves as lighthouses of warmth illuminating the streets, skyscrapers, and solemnity. You extend…
tell me, traveler. why do you seek to touch the stars and all their fading brilliance? does the center of this sweeping universe not already deliver enough scorching sunlight to evaporate the ice-cold crevices of our very souls? we already are lost within the inner space of our own planetary selves gravitating toward the pleasure of skyward aspirations. this soft cocoon of myself lies on this elevated bed of beautiful yet broken meteors, collided musings.…
You cleared your palms of sin Didn’t you? Your voice sounds like scripture But you forget to stone my name next to yours So I’m the one loving in vain These are the gospels you’re spewing And I’m being steered in lieu of being stirred Tell me what I did today And dig me a hole for me To betray my knees For my hands to come together in your name If you’re not going…
my demons are intertwined with yours I could be loved by you but you’d rather lacerate the space between my legs with yours we’re torn apart by each other but I’m looking at you trying not to cry you want to say something but your tongue folds backwards and you’re moaning in a dialect unfamiliar to the things you say to me if this is the same tongue you used to tell me you’d always…
I’m enticing a temperate cadaver into my tongue with my palms I can still remember how it must have screamed ran it headless with my tears my hands are shaking I’m trying not to cry my head’s spinning but I can still bring myself to think of you and I wonder what you would do with the blood on my hands the part of me that loves you is trying to convince the part of…
Here comes the great numb Wash over me Take every broken piece Until there’s nothing left But a speck of what could have been A glimmering shard that shines in the absence of light The piece of me that made you believe in brighter days You came too close You became hypnotized With the unspoken promise of bliss Unknowing to the darkness all around you You’ve fell into a hole You’ve been caught by the…
Across a desperate ocean, Beneath a cloud of grey, I will wait. In the ravenous wind The waves prowl against the rocks In ruin. A wicked action, Yet I remain Aimless and unfazed By the utter destruction in my sight. But in the moonlight, The ocean shines like a beacon on the bay, Encased in its soft silver glow, The waters no longer seek vengeance. Desiring your presence instead, Yearning to reach the shore. At…