The Mailer Review/Volume 13, 2019/Here, Now - Revision history

Grlucas: Fixes. Corrected permalink.

2021-03-03T14:48:38Z

Fixes. Corrected permalink.

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			For our own grave and shallow reasons,<br />
			we occupy each other for a night. Bathed,<br />
			your milky body is in season, this house<br />
			you carry, to dance the dance and sleep.<br />

			I light candles, play an oldies station.<br />
			Odd, almost intimate, our tongues lace,<br />
			but the motions are mechanical, a muscular<br />
			offering, two snails wrestling on the moon.<br />

	~~'''Here, Now'''~~		Yet, you are here, you are with me, now.<br />
			For every inch you open up, I’ll drive<br />
	~~Sal Cetrano~~		a chariot through, sport rose-colored eyes,<br />
			swallow whatever drivel dims your pain.<br />
	~~For our own grave and shallow reasons,~~
	~~we occupy each other for a night. Bathed,~~
	~~your milky body is in season, this house~~
	~~you carry, to dance the dance and sleep.~~

	~~I light candles, play an oldies station.~~
	~~Odd, almost intimate, our tongues lace,~~
	~~but the motions are mechanical, a muscular~~
	~~offering, two snails wrestling on the moon.~~

	Yet, you are here, you are with me, now.
	For every inch you open up, I’ll drive
	a chariot through, sport rose-colored eyes,
	swallow whatever drivel dims your pain.

	~~For it’s truth that’s left me like this,~~
	~~swapping empathy and sweat with a breeze.~~
	~~Were Death to come, halving this loneliness,~~
	~~I’d suit up and leave you with the keys.~~

	~~Instead, smell sickness in sweet familiars~~,		For it’s truth that’s left me like this,<br />
	~~taste it in riot of piss~~ and ~~bitterroot~~.		swapping empathy and sweat with a breeze.<br />
	~~Across your deepest essence~~, ~~see me stretch~~		Were Death to come, halving this loneliness,<br />
	~~my muddy cloak,~~ the ~~ultimate pollution~~.		I’d suit up and leave you with the keys.<br />

	\|}		Instead, smell sickness in sweet familiars,<br />
			taste it in riot of piss and bitterroot.<br />
			Across your deepest essence, see me stretch<br />
			my muddy cloak, the ultimate pollution.<br />
			\|}</div>

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APerry at 03:53, 3 March 2021

2021-03-03T03:53:27Z

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APerry at 03:52, 3 March 2021

2021-03-03T03:52:50Z

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APerry: title changes

2021-03-03T03:50:33Z

title changes

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2021-03-03T03:50:05Z

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'''Here, Now'''
Sal Cetrano

For our own grave and shallow reasons,
we occupy each other for a night. Bathed,
your milky body is in season, this house
you carry, to dance the dance and sleep.

I light candles, play an oldies station.
Odd, almost intimate, our tongues lace,
but the motions are mechanical, a muscular
offering, two snails wrestling on the moon.

Yet, you are here, you are with me, now.
For every inch you open up, I’ll drive
a chariot through, sport rose-colored eyes,
swallow whatever drivel dims your pain.

For it’s truth that’s left me like this,
swapping empathy and sweat with a breeze.
Were Death to come, halving this loneliness,
I’d suit up and leave you with the keys.

Instead, smell sickness in sweet familiars,
taste it in riot of piss and bitterroot.
Across your deepest essence, see me stretch
my muddy cloak, the ultimate pollution.

|}

{{Review}}
{{DEFAULTSORT: Now, Here}
[[Category:Poetry (MR)]]