juggle jungle

juggle jungle by Meghan Tennison make up your mind, mindless mindreader wake up your kindness mr highness chatter-toothed skinchew cunning tonguetie thick hide hiding all harm done face fume hot head heat rash trashed armoire, trashy flashy memoirs firecracker fire-escapee storm-scented funny fight for forceful focus sleepy sunlight ablaze with bliss rock/a/bye boat race erased […]

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you’re so beautiful, even the people you disrespect love you anyway.

you’re so beautiful, even the people you disrespect love you anyway. by Meghan Tennison oh dear my jaw is acting up, it’s so excited to speak with you i love burrowing to the heart of your matter you’re sanctifying, like a holy statue burning through space it must be 30 degrees bird couplets tweeting across […]

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giddiness handcuffs my willpower.

giddiness handcuffs my willpower. by Meghan Tennison i’m your stumbling sidewalk litter on the wrong side of the road tripping over dead lawns crashing through frozen mud fooled by glazed eyes beautiful distraction ravenous burden coveting forgotten insight overfeeding limitations assuming the next possible outcome hunting down each breath square 4 life, we don’t accept […]

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grated painted galloping carton of bodies.

grated painted galloping carton of bodies. by meghan tennison this brand new and improved vaseline lipstick gently treats you like the thinnest of baby skin;a bottled genuine form of sympathy, listenhearabsorb you’ll be forced to soon; they’ve got these sneaky sound machines now, you know. so let’s close our eyes and wish for a tornado […]

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untitled

untitled by meghan tennison do you feel the electricity, transferring from your body to mine, running through the tunnels in our chests, roaring like a million different trains? do you think if we created enough friction we could set ourselves on fire? since it’s a love fire, do you think it would be pink, with […]

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how’s your sadness-prison coming along?

how’s your sadness-prison coming along? by meghan tennison typical weather. always rotten shine. you’re killing me under the playground. you’re killing me with those favourite people of yours the ones who are so depressingly tasteless and that is my confusion. “you shouldn’t be so sad… make the best out of everything.” i think that sadness […]

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