crepitus

Commandeer. Cook. Crater. Come. Chromatic.

A charcuterie plate of harsh ‘kuh’ consonants

emphasizing the cacophony of cracks that fill the air.

I’m going to commit the word to memory. Like the way I’m

going to relive your lips on mine, on my bicep,

(kissing a monet: rulebreaker), spread thighs,

on the inside of my ribs – caressing my clavicle.

Crepitus.

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a small note: i’ve debated about posting this poem for a long time. it has collected dust in my files for almost a year now.
and after staring at it for months, and mulling over the words, the thoughts that propelled it, and yet, changing nothing in it, i send it out into the world.

still my most favorite production to date.