dancing like confetti to a voice
incarcerated.
slipped through the door,
stole a cigarette, &
met your friends.
it's late februrary;
you were staggering on the top
step like a static nazi.
met you half
way & formed a
stratagem.
under the fog,
we would lace the
room with a drive--
ignoring the sly, gushing
on your stiff blue bed, toxic
party foam swimming
through the body. my stockings
found their way off as your guests
found their way out.
we each murmur
words incomprehensible,
unrememberable--
but don't you remember?
milk skin blending into
sheets, my infamous fame
a freckle to you.
heat tangled in spins,
dawn cracking with
necks.
jammed exposure
in one lung, in
two cores.
breaths lost in the night.
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