Compromise

Poem, how do I make you the favorite – which corner do I grind glitter gorge with oranges and symmetry soft lightnings and the smell of money and how do I remember to remember each time I cut you I cut myself

you're rendition to pleasure: want, anxiety. meaning and quivering make alliance. i accept the verb endings not court, don't render myself other but other inscribes hue on my skin. i speak behind what has not yet spoken suspended between tenses, my body says okay to this face which, cracked wood, empties itself. no idea to deaden diction, i learn to lovingly plow the space between Shakespearian I and eerie Greek neuter-eslint: gender neutral. no jazz, no echo that passed), eighth day for the forge of the noun, first way toward being born again at fils course oneself. deny nothing so that with my hands exhausted matter exposes its deep glance.