Mallory Yael Seegal

Love Notes From My Sleepy Stalker

I am not lacking in words
Where physical distance comes between these yearnings
The touch of your skin to my own like scattered picture film,
Slow drips of acetone sweat-pool rippling quick, to silver flame
Here...

Shedding The Weight

You are the whore the holy scripture penned
That the hands of ancient dust wrote of,
That blew as the winds did
The young face that is a disease, I am ill at ease now you are infected
From the framework of frozen...

Women who, like men

Women who, like men
Tear down walls with their fists
Who, like poets
Sleep soundly to threaded thrift, cloth
With fruit-punch powder blood sinking ships
Who, like television
Are almost nothing more than static pop
Women, who
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