the
biter
bulletin
busybody
deux à la fois
drool
God
lackey
lucy
lycan
keel
love
nobodies
peace
plant in the sink
proxemics
Richter
singularity
spokes
summons
Swing
the clock ticks
timetable
treasure
words
Untitled (Bells)
Untitled (Congratulations)
Untitled (Dysania)
Untitled (Elastic)
Untitled (Fire)
Untitled (Light)
Untitled (Neck)
Untitled (Neck II)
Untitled (Secret)
Untitled (Weight)
if there’s anything to say,
it’s to keep your distance
from a biter.
though they may seem like a normal lover,
the danger is not in the passion
like it is
in the teeth.
for them, the extension of an arm,
tilt of the head, or gentle grip
of the waist is nowhere close
to enough.
it might seem vain or like
a childish game at times,
but i promise you they simply
aren’t looking beyond an excuse
to chew.
every word you say is a different flavor.
your existence is a siren
and sometimes
it’s the only sound they wish to hear.
i’m sure it feels unbelievable
for them to want anything more
out of you than
just a mouthful, but you’ve yet to hear the craziest,
most preposterous part
they’re probably not even hungry