it has been two and a half months
(really it’s been seven years, three months,
fifteen days, twelve hours, five minutes and thirty-three
seconds)
but my jacket is back.
(except it smells like you)
acoustic guitar, the redolence of ****
and mistakes pungent in the sort of summer air.
but my jacket is back.
(except it tastes like you)
i felt your footsteps, imagined the way your fingers
held my hair, tight, yanking. a doll with loose threads.
but my jacket is back.
(except it looks like you)
your teeth reminded me of the oceans i could never find,
your eyelashes like razors begging to slice me open.
but my jacket is back.
(except it feels like you)
it felt heavy in my bruised hands, your hug
was a boa constrictor killing prey. main course.(dessert)
but my jacket is back.
yet when i wear it,
all i can think is you mounting, hands
rigid, your fingers venom.
i cannot breathe with it on
Aug 10, 2013
Aug 10, 2013 at 1:26 AM UTC
it has been two and a half months
(really it’s been seven years, three months,
fifteen days, twelve hours, five minutes and thirty-three
seconds)
but my jacket is back.
(except it smells like you)
acoustic guitar, the redolence of ****
and mistakes pungent in the sort of summer air.
but my jacket is back.
(except it tastes like you)
i felt your footsteps, imagined the way your fingers
held my hair, tight, yanking. a doll with loose threads.
but my jacket is back.
(except it looks like you)
your teeth reminded me of the oceans i could never find,
your eyelashes like razors begging to slice me open.
but my jacket is back.
(except it feels like you)
it felt heavy in my bruised hands, your hug
was a boa constrictor killing prey. main course.(dessert)
but my jacket is back.
yet when i wear it,
all i can think is you mounting, hands
rigid, your fingers venom.
i cannot breathe with it on
