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— silas denver melvin
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silas’ instagram got got again go follow him on ig @/twinlimbs
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you tell your mother im sorry, ill pay you back. im sorry, ill clean up the mess. you tell your mother im sorry you spent all that time carbonating me inside yourself just for me to end up the way i am.
you tell your mother im sorry, i love my sadness so immensely, i don’t know who i am without it & what you mean is i have not come home without expecting someone else to be in my spot at the dinner table in so long, im not sure i was ever born to belong in the first place.
Twenty, by Silas Denver Melvin
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the whole of my heart is an infinite cauldron of honey, for you. remove myself to make room. to house you with these bones as tired as blue ocean. im a good beggar. have the teeth for it. knelt to you for my knighting. waiting, a trembling dog, for you to name me beloved or beheaded. the weight of the world in your yes, in your hurricane decision. no sugar runs over. i clean my mouth after every kiss. i clean my wounds like ritual. this cauldron of honey, where flies sink & drown. this brittle collection of limbs ive coddled for you to make a bed out of. my loathing made small & menial in the shadow of your love. dwarfed by the hands you cast over me. your hands, touching me, that could smother any fire, could clench quick as a snake strike. your hands polishing me until i bleed honey into the mattress.
Silas Denver Melvin, from Grit: Poems; “Backdrop made beautiful by pity”
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ocean vuong and silas denver melvin r without a doubt two of the best queer poets of our generation
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— silas denver melvin
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@sweatermuppet this beauty just arrived <3
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woe, transgenderism upon ye
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you’re going to make a good dad (for certain) & you roll your eyes & think which is it?
am i an acid burn bird wing swinging down to earth inching into humanity or the sainted virgin father ready to lasso love into the innocence of medical debt?
& it’s all too tense & too bullshit so you shrug off & smile & say i think the stork quit his job after he delivered me
Silas Denver Melvin - Grit
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Silas Denver Melvin, from Grit: Poems; “Shiny Chrome”
[Text ID: “watch me cut myself gleaming, / shrieking. polish / my inside until / every wretched organ / sings like chrome.”]
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— Silas Denver Melvin, from GRIT: a poetry collection
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"eggtooth" by silas denver melvin, man eater
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