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I Don't Wish You Well (But I Want To)
It’s almost the first of
the month again and I taste
the tartness on your lips:
grapefruits, iced tea, and
lipstick - like a wasp it
lures my skin and the
thought of you stings.
Last April the sky broke
open and I fell into you like
asteroids dropping to the
center of the earth. We
shared kisses worth
savoring, each one
stitched so effortlessly
onto my skin.
You told me you couldn’t
love me because your father
was a drifter and you said
you would be too. & I think
of you always at this time
when it is almost the first
of the month, and the
creases of the night are
a herd in my memory,
making me sink.
(2013)
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