Post by Lucrezia / Loo (@lucrezia) on Wed, 23 Jan 19 17:28:37 +0000 View Full Post I look at myself in his mirror, a world like the moon. I measure myself against his bed, smell the sheets, watch myself dress. I think--am I like this to him? A...
Post by Lucrezia / Loo (@lucrezia) on Fri, 21 Dec 18 05:24:59 +0000 View Full Post running my finger over the burn like a misshapen prayer bead. maybe there's more to it, this distortion of identity, interrupted fingerprint, bubbling and broke...
Post by Lucrezia / Loo (@lucrezia) on Tue, 18 Dec 18 04:35:47 +0000 View Full Post to take those deep-lunged breaths, crisping and defining a limit of the space you can fill. to take something in and make it your own, to claim this pocket of a...
Post by Lucrezia / Loo (@lucrezia) on Mon, 10 Dec 18 15:54:40 +0000 View Full Post disassembly required turpentine would not do me justice. maybe the aftertaste of almonds, or plaster crumbs after you pierce the wall. I am most desolate in t...
Post by Lucrezia / Loo (@lucrezia) on Thu, 29 Nov 18 17:55:09 +0000 View Full Post press harder into me, till teeth cut through skin. you've made me edgeless, and like a droplet of ink i want to stain. that big drop across the ocean cross-cont...
Post by Lucrezia / Loo (@lucrezia) on Wed, 31 Oct 18 02:41:46 +0000 View Full Post Too when i look at the bottom of the sink, parts of me whirlpooling down, sucked in by that small black hole, small black eye; do you ever stick through? i am ...
Post by Lucrezia / Loo (@lucrezia) on Wed, 10 Oct 18 01:58:12 +0000 View Full Post When I was fifteen I was weightless, could reach up and float to pick the pears, and smile with silver sap holding me together. My fears just shadows in corners...
Post by Lucrezia / Loo (@lucrezia) on Mon, 24 Sep 18 04:17:02 +0000 View Full Post why do you dream of pungent beauty? subterranean dreams stinging with longing, shuttered, stoppered, there it is-- no, stuff it back again. oh moon, if only yo...
Post by Lucrezia / Loo (@lucrezia) on Sat, 08 Sep 18 01:59:57 +0000 View Full Post to stretch myself along crimson, the bitter night blacken my tongue, there you will find my little echo bones. to empty a bucket of water into the sea, to give...
Post by Lucrezia / Loo (@lucrezia) on Sat, 01 Sep 18 16:38:19 +0000 View Full Post like a crooked light pole on the highway at 2am, mosquitoes circling your wide eye, there is little to remember by you-- a cheap necklace here, a melted chocola...
