Four Poems
Bradley King
Sun on the creases of someone I love, shadows cut / our funny surface.
Sun on the creases of someone I love, shadows cut / our funny surface.
you can build the fist into a exclamation point
You’re so beautiful I see that everything is beautiful. A mudslide. A wound. A dead raccoon.
Best time to buy a bra / is right before the moon finishes / milking itself
Run to him,
it urged. Drop to your knees
I am at such peace but I take a beat
to pause, that’s all, to feel so full, hearted, set.
I intimidate men
With my intensity
Please don’t be scared of me
i turned out alright
Love. That’s all I want. That’s all we want. These people. These dogs.
you can convince someone of
anything at all
You are so smooth-skinned / I would send your husband / to war to die.
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Love is like a museum. You have to look around, experience things, and then leave.
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