Skeleton [Sundays I spend feeling sorry for myself]

Deborah Landau

Sundays I spend feeling sorry for myself I’ve got a

knack for it I’m morbid, make the worst of any season

exclamation point yet levity’s a liquor of sorts,

lowers us through life toward the terminus soon

extinguished darling, the comfort is slight,

tucked in bed we search each other for some alternative—

oh let’s marvel at the world, the stroke and colors of it

now, while breathing.

Skeleton [So after a year undercover wind feels air-]

So after a year undercover wind feels air-

kissed fresh obscene on unmasked skin my face all

eek don’t look at me. The new style of summer’s bare-

lipped & everywhere faces display

eager & flagrant a stampede of

transgressions. Sky-air hits mouth-skin like

Deborah Landau

2023

flesh [I thought a lot about your body,]

I thought a lot about your body, my body,

what it is to lie in bed together and sleep.

To the shores of silent-dark and back

we went each night, like that wasn’t a mystery.

Our physicality grew more hulking.

More and more I had to squint at the mirror

to recognize my face, that cracked window.

Deborah Landau

2023

flesh [Kissing his cheek.]

Kissing his cheek. Swallowing water. An orgasm.

Blooms on the nightstand. Too many peaches to eat.

A bit of that drench. A residue.

Can’t reenact though we try and try.

Ecstasy belongs to the past, when twenty,

when back then, when all-out and youth burn.

A lyrical time. I revisit it in dreams

Deborah Landau

2023

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Skeleton [Sundays I spend feeling sorry for myself]

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Skeleton [So after a year undercover wind feels air-]

flesh [I thought a lot about your body,]

flesh [Kissing his cheek.]

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Skeleton [Sundays I spend feeling sorry for myself]

More by this poet

Skeleton [So after a year undercover wind feels air-]

flesh [I thought a lot about your body,]

flesh [Kissing his cheek.]

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