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what happens now.

tell him to stay away
and measure his strength in the 
space between his steps.

lick his lips for good luck 
and when he asks you what 
you placed beneath his tongue,
pocket the salt and 
tell him sugar.

carve his initials into 
the bottom of your desks
with the dried gum,
and let your tongue surrender
the sound of his vowels,
let the roof of your mouth
nurse the chafing his name
has caused, heal them well.

let your sheets get dirty,
let the curtains stay closed,
until the lines in your journal
whisper for your ink and your hands
know skin that is no longer his.

Jun 17 @ 10:04 PM
writings   poetry  
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