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Jul 2012
Baseball game is on
They’re playing the field
Mind is already numb
Lungs suggest I yield
Fortunes give advice
I was never seeking
Picture perfect play
Cigarette smoke leaking
Slowly I am sighing
‘It’s okay,’ she says
Smirking while I’m lying
‘I suppose it will be’
Muster up some courage
Make a desperate call
‘You are not desperate…
just in despair that’s all’
Light another ***
Puff it to the filter
Encourage her to drink
‘I wish you could live here’
Wise beyond my years
Insight She’s never seen
Encourage me to think
Against the rail I lean
‘I see into your head’
I’m blushing, babe
I’m red
I take my turn into tears
She wipes them with her own
‘It’s funny how deeply into
others lives we find ourselves sewn’
I agree and light another
Take another sip
‘If you’re hurting already
don’t do anything to
harm yourself more,’ but
Here we sit
Here we sip
Here we choke back tears
Here we spit
Here we come
To the bed
Bodies numb
Too many words said
Sheets spread
Drool on your pillow case
He said ‘I’m so sorry’
She said
‘It’s a little late.’
Tessa Tomlin
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