Robin Bailey
Pieces created by Robin Bailey
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Ball(o/e)t
Robin Bailey #36.3
Art by caarrp Snuggling up to your bedside manner, longing for that triassic cuddle; making myself known in all my endless acts of devotion: each vote of confidence spells out my name in a stunning display of electoral power (fireworks, or a star rising in the east- west coast). What if I laid my head on your shoulder? Is it so much to want common ground — by which, I mean, you on the ground, or me — pinned between knees, chests heaving, red cheeks & roses.
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Den
Robin Bailey #36.3
Art by caarrp come with me down foxholes, in hideaway homes. i can tell you stories, can bare to you my throat—or yours against mine. your words will have substance, soft in the hollowed-away substrate. we are swallowed down here.