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ATL
Poems
Sep 2019
xerostomia
I am unborn,
clawing through clutter
and encouraging my salivary
glands to push moisture
through the will of hypotensive
medication.
Laying next to my betters,
begging to die of a heart attack
while I *******.
It’s nothing like falling asleep next to someone.
I am nothing
but half-breaths lent as largesse to
a hypothetical togetherness
hurriedly collected in the night
and burnt into reels of film.
I ascend ladders,
my favorite has its base resting
in my spine,
I climb it up,
always up-
only to find lacerations
in the fibers comprising my thigh,
and a lovely image of
a love that is not.
Written by
ATL
23/M/MA
(23/M/MA)
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