Some poetic experiments by Nat

the harvest


I'm afraid to

say no

I'm afraid of

lonely's languorous embrace

when this meat

all flesh is grass

when it is scythed

remembers the

kiss

of the

cleaver

and the

promise

of all

knives' edge

Love Me Blue


bodies

seek warmth like rot

dig in your fingernails

this fruit bruises where it tastes sweet

so bite


blue smoke

writhes like the air

i breathe when you’re this close

the distance i can’t bear is here

between


my lungs

that ache lonely

this fickle addiction

again. bring me to your lips and

inhale

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An experimentation of cinquains