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Quinn
Poems
Sep 2012
Yuma
sweat poured down my back,
pooled in my crack
in the seven am Arizona swelter
I waited for the gods to
break open the sky, or the earth
heaven or hell,
it didn't matter
one friend, four legs
though he sealed our fate
we dared not deny him
I wondered if I'd survive ten hits
while you went to take a ****
and the hills, with their eyes,
came alive
to surround me
I lost myself that day,
in the same instant that I threw you away
because betrayal
doesn't taste any better
locked in a six by six cell
Hawaiian prints lifted
numb lips into the closest thing
to a smile
as I recounted a gift from
my island girl,
with eyes gone blue on trial
I thought it poetic that we stood
in this sinking ship
hand in hand,
but now I know
we had been chained to the mast
by fate itself
long ago
our love was flushed down
with your chewed up and **** out
enchiladas
I hope to every god
in this universe
that you still taste
the acid
crawling up your esophagus
call me blind, call me bitter, call me *****,
call me insane
I am all of these things
but I will die knowing
that I have never been disloyal
Written by
Quinn
Bremerton, WA
(Bremerton, WA)
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