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Nov 2018
There are specks of light in my coffee.
The basket by the front door is filled with empty and
Ripped envelopes.

As you left for work I rushed to give you
Your briefcase
Your lunch
My body--So you wouldn't forget the warmth you generate in me--
So you wouldn't go searching for another fireplace to rest by.

Baby, there will be tea and cookies when you come back.
I'll be here,
Thick mascara and blood lipstick,
To welcome you inside me.

Whatever it takes to get you high--
Drugs and sugar,
Swimming in my tears,
pools of love.

When you left and took your work,
Neatly tucked away in slender, leather pockets,
You didn't lock my eyes like you used to do.
I squeezed so tight to that image of you that
A pearl was born from my palm out of anguish.

Lets talk about nothing,
Please.
You are the silence that fills the gap between my thighs.
I'll keep emptying my gut to make space for you until you tell me stop.
Inspired by Mitski, boy, do her lyrics hit home.
Jade Charlotte
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Jade Charlotte  20/Portland, Oregon
(20/Portland, Oregon)   
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