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Devon Lane
Poems
May 2022
Sunday Kind
Sounds of a shower ringing against your back like skylights.
I whisper to myself in the silence, a long cotton smile and a breath.
Pillows wreaking of evergreen tides and the taste of your tongue.
Mancala eyes rolling, reminiscing the best parts of my childhood.
Curls caressing me like question marks. I want nothing more than this.
Happiness is holding a hand that never has been held before.
Neon light peaking behind my eyelids, strange faces flashing in the night.
Handed me a triple shot of gasoline in a room full of mirrors.
Homemade pasta and a heaping side of unnecessary apologies.
Stay a little longer. Letβs wake up next to the clouds on my carpet.
Taking care of myself and Iβd let you take the wheel without a license.
Ask me if Iβm okay again. Go wash your hands again.
Tomorrow is never a promise. Hopefully this lasts past Saturday night.
Written by
Devon Lane
23/F/Philadelphia
(23/F/Philadelphia)
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