#kit's kittens: poetry & rambles

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Please come home.

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lover,

it's the new year. i watched the ball drop and thought of my lips on yours.

i thought of cracking a smile when i leaned in, your hand drunk-hot on my cheek and your lips sliding against mine, whiskey-flavored laughter spilling over and tipping over my tongue. i can still taste the phantom wisps of your breath.

i can feel your tongue slipping over my teeth, your eyelashes fluttering over my cheekbones, your left hand sliding over my hipbone and thumb slipping into my waistband. my hand alights on your shoulder. god, how i see you.

i'm choking. fuck, i'm gasping.

the salt on my cheekbones might be kissed away, might be licked away, i don't know; my eyelashes stick together with coquettish teardrops of poor pity me. how can i be the victim if i never allow myself the privilege to be rejected?

i need to devour you wholly.

sorry. i think i'm a little sick right now. please be patient with me, i just love hard and fall harder. can i have a kiss at least? just one, right here?

you're beautiful.

thank you.

glowing regards,

yours.

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if i wrote a one shot lawlight baseball au who would read it.

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love can make you happy in a house where love is made / then it makes you wary and afraid

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kira's finest

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an unfortunate disaster

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ain't your you-dentity at stake?

does aspirin kill you with the pain?

you're not your thoughts,

you're not your brain,

you're just the character you've made.

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god.

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waiting for something to happen?

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only people who are without a doubt the jeremy heere's of their lives can know jeremy heere as well as i do. i am him. he is me. we is we. i stare in my mirror wanting to be something greater than i am no matter what it takes, seeing my name in lights is something i dream for and cringe at, and yet i can still never reach the stars with my own bare hands so why not climb a bastardized version of the tower of babylon? i'm a religion from hell, a blasphemous non-worshipper. i fear the day people wake up and realize they haven't been living in harmony with a fellow brother but they've been devoured from the inside and out instead

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i love having a little brother but lord, why can't you be kind?

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i watch my train run along the track and wish that i, too, was free; but is the train really free if it has one predestinated destination? it has one stop, a one-way trip only able to be reversed (albeit, back to the same start and same finish) by somebody else's hand? even when you allow it more time, more freedom, by taking the tracks away, it only stops. it doesn't continue and it doesn't reverse. maybe i am similar and maybe i am the same.

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7/14/24: goodwill chronicles: dude came in with a plastic bag full of old packs of cigarettes – thinking at least five or six – and bought a pair of cargo shorts. cool, no prob. first thing he does is say "are these a 30 or 31?" i, confused and half-deaf, ask for clarification. "are these size 30 or 31?" i check the inside of the waistband. there, in bold numbers, 30. i reiterate this to him. he nods almost sadly??? he buys the shorts and i confirm the purchase.

i get ready to take extra hangers to the back before backtracking when i see him stop in front of the store wheelchair. thinking hes just going to look in the display cases, i hover with the shirts in my hand. i turn to go back to the back when he doesnt do anything.

then, horror.

a zipper sounds.

i speedwalk to my manager in the back of the store, directly down the aisle from The Man. she tilts her head at me as i arrive and i go "um. i dont know what to do about this." confused, she asks for clarification before turning in my direction.

chat, when i tell you we were like this 🧺🧍🏻‍♂️🧍🏻‍♀️

we just stare at this man as he STRIPS. IN GOODWILL. RIGHT THERE IN FRONT OF THE DOORS. and then she just quietly goes "i'm, uh. gonna head back there. one sec." i distantly say "okay?"

the man leaves. i stare for a few more minutes. i head back into the back and take my fifteen. my manager laughs at me.

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lover,

the blood in my mouth tastes like your laughter.

is it so bad to ask for more?

sincerely,

yours.

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sighs

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moved houses recently. sad girls make sad poetry