Arian Katsimbras

Issue #
February 28, 2015

All I Wanted

My lungs to be brief, eventual.

To leak this body into a lake.

To come up twice for actual air.

Then. To disappear completely.

For this destruction to fill me.

To sink flat, be like god, enough.

My lips to ripen, swell into shores.

To be naked: slowtongued, emptier.

To be called back, for the living.

To be cleaned from the inside.

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