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AK Feb 2016
for an after-dinner treat,
I stared at old pictures of you on my Mac.
I always loved the scars, so few and far
between on your baby soft caramel skin.
the imperfections reminded me of your humanity,
behind your seemingly airbrushed, composed face.
AK Feb 2016
I ******* first months in the city;
a nauseating, fleeting sweet.

now, my tongue numb.
AK Feb 2016
Unseasonable warmth
embraces my winter white skin,
inspiring me top off the island of Manhattan.

I drink in the novel Brooklyn air
and inhale 3 ****** Mary's.

Tracing my reflection in the mirror,
unsuspecting.
the ***** glowing in my veins,
illuminating my fate.

I exit the bar,
floating like a blind firefly
into your cosmic black.
AK Feb 2016
.
With each taste,
I lost myself a little more.

Before I knew it,
I had bit my own hand.
AK Jan 2016
You see red running down the drain?

I stitched the cracks tighter,
my heart feels lighter.

I'm forgetting your name.
AK Jan 2016
do  not
scream out that noun in bed

it's damaging.

dropping
one on its head.
AK Jan 2016
.
every morning,
you write your name on my lips.

fresh from the shower,
eternal record of a return address.
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