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Frank Gavin Jan 2015
To the half Korean girl
With the nicotine tongue
Who moved to the cubicle next to me
So many years ago:

I am sorry

Blame the hops and barley fueled evenings
Golden amber distorted judgement
Distilled only by the sound of
Fraudulent desperate laughter
Confusing lust for affection
With the faint scent of revenge
In your hair
On your French manicured
Fingertips

Blame the sulfite moon
And the rain dripping down
Highway map trail windows
Coyote past lovers
Egg yolk stained Dennys menus
And the coffee cups that were never
Empty

Empty

Mascara stained chest
Lesbian ******* dreams
The fear in my eyes
Almost gave me away

I am sorry
I didn't mean to *******
Vivian Grace Apr 2017
porous disarray
evades the sulfite star dust,
sealing my sweat glands
a diamond's refraction is spatially separated in light. the origin of light could only be through the genesis of black nothing. the confusion of this is hollow-mysterious-confusion is hollow. and pure feelings boil and shed like sweat. I pray that the good sun beams do not dissipate, I meditate that they may globulate into a breathing droplet of truth- evading our lifeless enemy of chaos.

— The End —