Fin

The space between us feels solid.

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After he broke in
I asked him,
now how many me's
have you met
and left
when she was right
you were just like the rest
I heard none
when he said
one or two
he whispered his warnings
on my lips
but I didn't listen
I melted them in my tea
the shit has never been so sweet
gluttonous sipping
stirring the liquor with my finger
he tasted like crystallized ginger
we walked along our history
trying not fall into the folds
of our memories
and I never liked holding hands
but I smothered my pen
in his palm
gripped soft grain
searched his skin for scars
asked the lines when they were drawn
crossed them
kissed his calluses
buried deeper in those spaces
between fingers
because that's where I keep my secrets
and now I have
monotone minutes
wine soaked laughs
crumpled canvases
and a bolted door
he left open

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How many mes have you met
and left
when she was right
you were just
like the rest

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Broken glasses and perforated boundaries
wine soaked laughs
crumpled canvases
running past the past
like a bullet from the barrel of a shot gun
getting caught

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I Don't Like Holding Hands

I never liked holding hands
smothering my pen
in his palm
My fingertips would grip soft grain
search your skin for scars
ask the lines when they were drawn
cross them
kiss your calluses
bury deeper in those spaces
between fingers
because that's where I keep my secrets

Fracture

Scripted stones
have somehow found their way
to my collar bone
where your lips use to lie
from time to time