Yes 7 IN THE AFTERNOON
And I have forgotten
And I have forgotten
How to write in poetics
Tongue kissed and gaping like
a siren missing from her sea.
a siren missing from her sea.
I have been coughing up black for days.
Unable to clean the taste from my mouth,
These broken keyboard keys sewn into my fingertips scream something fierce.
They ache with longing to tell of a story
I am so damn tired of looking over railings
and wondering what it would feel like to fall.
.
and wondering what it would feel like to fall.
.
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