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H-RO
Poems
Mar 2014
Untitled
My lips are cooing in shapes like
dear and deer and sweet,
in ah's and odes and destructive comparisons
like ghosts playing tug of war with no rope burn.
I am an arm's length from ooo and you
and today loving you feels
like trimming one half inch off my hair everyday.
I can't see your mouth from here but I know it is
dripping with salt and 'go back to sleep'
in rounded o's
and I am wondering if
maybe one day the edges of ourselves will drag against one another
and we'll grind to a halt on each other's skin.
Written by
H-RO
New York, New York
(New York, New York)
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