the Gospel according to Thomas: selections from the Gospel kris kahn


i said (in
words) i love you.

sounds like a city in july
celebrating my
own birthday; beer-headed &
driving fast,
you took my hand &
would not let go until
we emerged from the tunnel.

i could not find you after that
though we tried, in vain / in
bed, to pillage each other’s
respective cities,
                         where i can be found
where you cannot

& vice versa.

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