Lucia LoTempio

[A man I know posted a documentary about any campus, #rewatching]
A man I know posted a documentary about any campus, #rewatching. / /
[I used to think I needed to instruct you]
I used to think I needed to instruct you. As if I had been a little mouse who needed teaching. Sweet mouse, you will not ask what makes a predator; there is something shadowed after you. It’s less in the corners with metal snaps and more at the tip of your long and wonderful whiskers—and often it has whiskers too. / /
[I want to sling through the pastel of outreaching leaves, to fill a sugared bucket]
I want to sling through the pastel of outreaching leaves, to fill a sugared bucket: I am not the little berries, I am not the bucket—I’m at the shovel; press loose dirt and lay the smooth blade aside. Oil away handle; for metal to rub off bit by bit—to be an expert at missing. I should be sorry. You know, there’s no big finale or great reveal. No paw marked out in dust or carnage of purple husk. Can you not recognize how grotesque prey is up close? All gristle, all sweat—its blood pools from center, out.
[If I could reach into the past, would I snuff it out]
If I could reach into the past, would I snuff it out. I fell in love with another man. He wakes from a dream in which a man puts out a cigarette on my back. Then, in the dream, he leaves to, quote, beat the life out of the guy. This shouldn’t surprise me. Once a coworker said he would punch ⬤ if only I would tell him where. That a man might dip his tries in honey. What could be made sweet and smooth like a serrated blade on cut-proof gloves. / /
[In the bad dream the man on the bus keeps sleeping on me]
In the bad dream the man on the bus keeps sleeping on me. / /
[Once I sat in an atrium while a man tuned a piano]
Once I sat in an atrium while a man tuned a piano. The notes were not discordant, but patiently organized into melody. / /
[One summer I bought a plant at the farmers market]
One summer I bought a plant at the farmers market. When I took the money from my bra, the man smirked at me. I most likely killed it. / /
One summer I bought a plant at the farmers market. When I took the money from my bra, the man smirked at me. I most likely killed it. / /

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