clearly a cherry blossom in disguise
shining brighter than most eyes can see, shifting, changing, parading— it is big merely spring to
send
love letters filled with cherry blossoms and glitter glue hoping that despite written in the largest
letter font you could dream of
no but this excites me too much
and with that, spring is over. the blossoms turn into trees
the trees nod to summertime but how can one ever forget the spring and the sunshine and the
blossoms and the way the light reflected off my sunglasses enough for you to remove them— to ask
me to kiss
you, first. one could guess or even
attempt to swallow those
cherry blossoms whole just to keep them around longer.
곤란한
it’s sexyheart
breaking-liberating. to sway your waist under artificial lights and
foggy floors. hip-hip-hip -hip to waist ratio
you are on fire. sweetheart
aching. you are so goddamn liberated.
with your hands in the air five-thousand miles out
pour me a glass of tequila like my very own communal-shot-glass.
so many noises i forgot what was realforintentions
sake. pay attention to hip-hip-hip-bump
shift to the left
that floor is shaking under your white rubber boots and mini skirt
baggytshirtwiththebelt-lines-in your
dreams. oh you
dreamer. comebackagain.
pour me a glass of water.im parched.
mosquito love bites
is-this-what-it-feels-like-to-hide-a-hickey-in-plain-sight? ask
the mirror and reply back with how-would-you-know,-you’
ve-never-had-a-hickey-before. and gaze at the love bites left by the blood-sucking demons that roam your
foreign home. but-why-is-this-my-experience-hiding-a-
hickey? trace your gentle fingers along the raised developed lines. wasn’t-celi
bacy-your-idea? trace back to moments in time. not-always. but moments in time exist frozen with many
matters out of your control. remember-waking-up-after-crying-your
self-to-sleep-seeing-a-con
dom-near-your-bedside? because these matters exist in your own head.
yes-because-that-day-i-was-happy-to-never-have-sex-again. sure. happy-you-say? for
clarification. but-i-didn’t-know-i-would-feel-worthless-in-exchange-of-no-more-humiliation.
but gaze at your love bites that adorn the right side of your neck.
but-those-mosquitoes-love-you-don’t-they? covered neck with hair shorter than you’d remembered.
truthfully-i’d-rather-remain-unloved-and-un
touched-all-the-same.
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