The Room Where The Women Come and Go

some-velvet-morning:

aseaofquotes:

David Wojnarowicz, “Spiral”

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So

That boy, the changeling; the one the others take notice of, and trace patterns around. The boy who clicks his feet at dances, and hurdles around an open fire, he doesn’t know his mother. He licks his feet, and stretches out each finger with the same lustful intent he had when rubbing circles around the naval. That boy, that big piece of slimed up shit, he wears blue bandanas on Wednesdays and smokes cigarettes in washroom stalls. I heard he gave a guy a tattoo once. It said fuck you in big red letter, smeared all across his forehead. 

.

For the last time

The bell rang

In a hush.

To late

It was

For us

For us

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