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Finfinite Love
Four poems by Brittany Dennison

Finfinite Love
Day Off
A man hanging out by the dumpsters below my window said
“That’s how they do it!”
right as I’m climaxing
It’s true, it’s a beautiful day
Then coffee then the museum
I can’t seem to scrub the mood off this funny little life,
like the sticker off something second hand
Found an actual pebble in my shoe
Perhaps I’ll keep it
Spoon in Wig
I’m looking at my spoon that has a smear of peanut butter cross the top
looking like a bit like a wig
a spoon in a wig
It’s important
right now
this little spoon has a wig on
It’s a mark of my character
When someone is left cold by these sorts of things, you see,
I want to punch them dead
bedtime
i can smell the heat off your body
you’re dreaming of your dead sister
so i wrap my leg around you like a seatbelt
so much night left to night
i’ll love you for my attire life
finfinitely
tomorrow we’ll enter into the weather
the rain will drip off your long eyebrow hairs
you’ll accuse me of watching you sleep
fair enough
disciples
i can’t help but worship devils
the inflammable, unfaithful, and private
and we, so humany
offering our magic because we don’t understand it
but they need us, and our parts
without us there’s no subject for spells
without us there’s just other devils
how terribly dull that would be
When it is over, you stitch me up, prettily