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Annie
Poems
Jan 2013
spaceships
we drove through vacant parking lots trying to recover our lost luggage
the moon reflected off the gray asphalt making the *** holes look like craters
and your voice stung my skin when it broke the silence
because the interior has been worn down by all my angles
I was drowning in all the things I couldn’t say
for a second i felt greedy because
here I was choking in an ocean of thoughts
and there you were parched, searching for anything
any word at all
if this is what the surface of the moon feels like-
streetlights glowing on my hands, making a kaleidascope
of patterns and shapes-
then I still would never want to go
if it meant draining your bones until they are brittle
until they are nothing but dust piled in my hands
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