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I don’t know where those are. Where they end and you begin  Just like us together… But I was spitting truth  From my mouth to yours And maybe other parts  When I said If they take you (And in these times that could happen  And  They may) I also said: I will go to the ends of the earth  To find you And keep you  As I should have  the first time  Esurient  I drink straight Campari  Bitter blood,  A vampire’s revenge for every Vile Word he chokes down my throat. Gestapo in my own home Men like this But men like you  Are carved from another future, A place where my voice is not a warning But a welcome. Where my body is not a battlefield But a map, And you read it like scripture With patience And the quiet certainty of someone Who refuses to look away. Men like you Pull the ghosts off my shoulders One finger at a time, Call me back into myself, Tell me I am not ruined, Tell me I am still worthy of finding. So if the world tries...

I was never Catholic  Always adjacent  That goes for the big C (Always believed in the universe)  And maybe that’s why I  Commit and committed to  Every sort of sacrilege you can name, Minus killing,  Minus my own soul   But I do remember  Their hands, the nuns White, crepe paper thin skin Wedding bands an abomination  To the goddess circles  I now consider my ride or die  Married to whom why when where how The only consent a free meal,  shitty housing and poor fashion  In exchange for  a little licking   (if you’re naughty) Or a free ride in a handmaiden basket  To the sky god’s eternal waters  To what: fuck an impotent angel. Whew that was a lot But say the word and I shall be healed  they say Those priests  The word: just a man My words: swallowed and lost As I smile and nod peace be with you The host, the sacrifice  Not allowed to grace my lips  Brown Jew smile, like Jesus h...

  I have spent my entire life Since you Eating blood  Everything medium rare  Sometimes raw  But that turned dangerous  Sharp teeth  Challenge sharper ones to bite back  And when a love this clear Spans time, unresolved  Vampires wake  At the sound of this salacious ache Cutting you out of this heart  Like a surgeon  Valves irreplaceable  Pigs’ arteries rejected at every  Continuous vacancy  Heart beat so loud  The little drummer boy  Hangs up his sticks  Or I could just say,  I miss you.  Come home.