Part Time by Marissa Skarzinski


If I divide the firing neurons
It takes
To reach my hand
Across your lap
The fleeting possibility
To keep it placed
Gently on your knee
I would have the coordinates
Of exactly where we stand
Right now.
I want to exercise your body
Like the demon it is.
Take my purest thought
And dilute it with filth-
Permeate my(mem)brane
And infiltrate my mind
(You’re snapping my neck
So I can see you 180.)
Would the blood in my veins
Digress the pain in my shoulders?
I’ve been carrying the burden
Without slurring the passage.
Will you welcome the thought
To your temple?
You scare the living hell out of me.

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Jeremiah Walton

Jeremiah Walton is wary of writing a bio.

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