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Syntax Issue 10
Denver Syntax
{just to mind fuck}
  amy king


Such light leads

us to the torso

to bleed another mouth;

you take the trombone shot,

probing the potentials

paved in rent:

who wears the pants home?

Moisten me down

with nectar from the sheriff,

give me the law of the land—

Pan in and out on

the potentials of fire’s candy,

breed me like a Scottie

on your favorite rope chain

hoping for a kinder, gentler world

over cabbage soup & petals.

With tears of lilac, throats of ash,

I had a dream about you

that scared me, & the rest of us.

You were lying beside me

in a hotel bed

with strange people

in another room

watching us remotely.



You kept massaging

my feet, you threw your legs

over mine and fell

asleep. I’m not

so brave, but

you’re not as slow

as vocabulary goes.

In fact,

what you say betrays

I’m not in love,

I don’t want sex, real

or just to mind fuck—

but to take

care of the furniture, now

while we lie here, infested.