Art By: Tara Minshull
My lips tighten
In graceful arcs
Like a scythe
I brandish your tongue
In self-defense
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Too often I’ve forgiven
Too often you’ve forgotten
The conditions of apology
Another girl
Another drink
Another dream
Heel pressed
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I couldn’t alter
The dimensions
Of your heart
So I made myself smaller
Seen and unseen
I altercate
Adjacent to actuality
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A discursive expression
Of circuitous guilt
To what do I owe
This karma?
To what madness
Do I ascribe you?
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She holds you between
Her thighs only
Soon enough
She’ll exhaust all possibility
And you’ll come
Knees to the pavement
Promises full of teeth
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I was out of town today, really pressed for time and energy.
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