*furloughed
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for you i am a tequila sunrise;
for you i am heartbeat panging
through the pages
of schoolgirl crush notebook.
kissing crux of neck bone crest collar,
soft and warm as morning bread.
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you are at least 6 tall.
i blink.
i am sure.
i say: starlight you are sunshine .
and i love you like buttercups.
i write you sonnets and give you heartbeat
gift wrapped in its parchment. *
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you grow 10 taller.
you are menace and
i am mouse.
i tell you i am falling from your eyelash.
you grow larger. 20 tall now.
13 miles you crest everest. .
i go to hold your hand but i’m a lonely golden pebble.
you ask the clouds a favor; .
to blow their wind and push you away.
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you are leaving.
i will stay.
i tell you i need you.
i feel nothing.
i am in the stratosphere; floating .
i am a helium balloon and you are shrinking.
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you are dusking sunset through bleary eye slits .
and it is getting cold here.
star sparkle my vision sun sinking .
backlit dropping...*
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you are
... my lover?
you are
...my height now.
no. . .
you are smaller.
you are sprawling pacific ocean. *
whole life ahead of you.
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i am drifting alone.
i still love you.
you are orange melodrama, .
you are marmalade paintings on still-life ocean surface.
you are the west and i am gone. *
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every constellation becomes a new map evolving
and i am only marrow.
you can see right through me.
i am an open book and you are diary entry.
startling the starlings with my stories.
i regale earth’s sucking mud, .
her jewel weeds, dandelion wish clouds,
and the way you kept together everything.
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furloughed like an arrow.
you sentenced me to no-thing.
bone marrow bow flung me .
with the bow crafted of my own heart strings.
sorry. i couldn’t make it to the moon by morning.
i hope the darkness wasn’t so bad.
i hope you missed me. –six pm | *furloughed
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There will be imitations.
