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Victoria Lynn Sep 2015
Like Magnets, I Can’t Quite Leave You
We were lovers in a past life
there is no other explanation
for this pull I feel for you
that you feel for me
We always end up in each other’s cages
eventually
but never, do we stick
It’s like a puzzle piece with no ends to connect
But in some past life
we were lovers that made it
in some past life
you died for me
in some past life
you make coffee for me every morning
in some past life
you put a ring on my finger
in some past life
we died together
Yes
we died together
I can almost remember it
So goodbye
if I never see you again in this life
maybe I’ll see you in the next
And maybe that time
we will be more kind
Victoria Lynn Sep 2015
a wrinkle
a time in space
i trace sharpie
across the lines of your face

we age this way
knobbed-knuckled
our big toes
pointing further from north

you wonder about the men you’ve slept with
about women who call lovers lovers
and think,
is one more too many?

pennies as worthwhile as bottle caps
speckle the jar of your body
i trace sharpie
across the lines
of your chest
sternum
sturdy
sunspots,
my speckled egg.

we build a home in a bottle
vibrate our distant futures
lock jaws and sing elvis
smoke **** and sing elvis
unhinge doors with bare paws
carve a bed
sift thru silt to mold our mugs
a bedsheet the length of your fingerprint
the floorboards doubled over and moaning

this house is a haunt
black cat & broom
fog rising thru the rug
the doorknob waits.

this morbidity

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