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I get flashes of our first meeting
like airplanes you mistake for twinkling stars
covered in paint our glazed pupils locked
wooden steps that swayed like the curve of my back
your mouth halfway inside me at 6 am on a spring morning
or was it winter?
stumbling back into my arms in a place we call 'sanctuary'
And that's always it.
Why can I only look you dead in the eyes when they're crossing?
We could stopped the universe, because we do every time we kissed.
Like we can't stop sipping
Hangovers like ropes around my head
What's going to happen when we wake up?
When the dust clears?
Why are we still torturing each other through rye flavored teeth?
Relief is paradox and a vicious cycle
inspired by "Sober" by Lorde, and "Relief Next to Me" by Tegan and Sara. I will be using this piece in an upcoming performance.
Rick the shoe shine boy
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