notice the scar there left
on my lips yours
left
in such a hurry pulling
the dead surface skin away
leaving them covered in naked
with desperation : stained silk sheets
still speaking volumes between knit and finish
notice the scar there left.
it will scab in ice cream cone shaped
clots constantly enticing me to remove
them when i am angry i give in
i let the mango and peach flavors slip down my throat
creating little frost-cicles on the windows lining my esophagus
with millions of tiny amino acids,
i was attached to your alpha carbon.
notice the scar there left.
It looks just like the one I got after
the chicken pocks I caught from that kid floyd in the first grade:
i will learn to accept its imperfection as beauty instead of vacancy
it’s spidery cursive shapes will emboss themselves among
the arching entryway above my front teeth creating rivers
flowing from dry ducts heaving
waste from stale sink faucets expelling word shaped water falls.
notice the scar there left.
notice the scar there left.
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