Kyle Hemmings – WILL YOU?

Will you still love me if I melt before glass girl
figurines or turn astronaut in your unfinished
pink room. You’ll lose herself in early morning
street fairs, in the forever-lad aesthetics
behind bubble eyes, in EuroBeat stations I forgot
to turn off. In the middle of the night,
you will wake. I might never. You’ll dance
Para Para with shadow hands. Or perform
wolf-whistles and tongue thrusts at a sliver
of shy moon. You’ll protect me from city girls
stronger than I. For breakfast, you’ll serve me
soft vegetables and the part of yourself
that is no longer fleshy.

 

 

 

 

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Kyle Hemmings lives and doodles in New Jersey. He was dropped off by a stork and landed on some drunk’s roof in Piscataway. He’s been lost every since, but rich in wandering spirit.

 

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