Ellen Rogers

Bruised love letters

Bruised love letters
rescanbackstage4 rescanbackstage3 Bone chips white perfect teeth. ÔøΩIÔøΩm waiting on wild name play, staring, staring. Glossolalia nonsense-girl, come fauna in my darkroom. Unmoving still I drone, endlessly... Strip me bare, fuck me, gurgling incoherence- waiting. Hold me, press, ow shit, I love you. ÔøΩRatta-tat-tat. IÔøΩm nothing, you must be all right.ÔøΩ IÔøΩm yours. A tooth- itching. A fridge- flickering. What an honour to fuck like this. No rest in breath but stable, predictably and someone youÔøΩll likely lean on. 11 months, then you... in Poplar, by the DLR. Waiting behind iron clad steal and red, red, red. IÔøΩm well, hold but let it go, you bad man. I love you, in Persian and otherwise. ____ _____ ____

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