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Lyra Brown
Poems
Nov 2012
seventh degree burn
The last time I kissed you
I could taste
The burn I left on your tongue
From the time I kissed you
Before that
It was small and pink and blistered
It was the kind of burn that never goes away.
I gasped and said
“I’m sorry I didn’t mean-“
You stopped me midsentence and said,
“It’s okay, it doesn’t hurt. I rub off of some people
The way a match rubs off of a rough surface.”
We swam around our fishbowl of silence for a while
Until you mentioned the time and how
You had to go back
To work.
We parted ways,
Me in my secret pride,
You in your unpublished pain.
I quit a lot of things that day.
I haven’t seen you since.
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