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liked to say
when we lay
c h i l l
It’s the waking up
that’s the challenge,
the sleepy soldiers
and putting new ones
at their post.
Fire on me,
dear love. I’m sure
it’s friendly anyway.
A name that rhymes with take can’t be forgotten. Dad said my first word was drink, though I wish it was mother, maybe I would call home more often. Why is my favorite letter, because I like to question everything, including you and me. My favorite symbol is the semicolon, because I let it out to play, to flirt on a screen too bright for tired eyes, changing an innocent hello to a goodbye of innocence.
The most beautiful word I’ve ever seen you utter is fuck, usually between your teeth, into a pillow or a fistful of my hair. The ugliest word I know is hatred, thick and rich like an apocalyptic fog. It doesn’t roll off the tongue because you have to work at it. I definitely misspell defiantly, and it might be the other way around but I’m in love with my own confusion. As Patrick Stump and Elton John said to me the other night, “You are what you love, not who loves you.”
I keep looking for you in the bottom
of this bottle of my favorite red.
It tastes like the memory of anything
you used to say to pass the time.
I stopped dreaming about you two days ago.
It’s better to stay awake, spelling it all out.
I thought it was a better option
to stay a little while, hoping you’d see me.
This red makes it easier to forget
to remember your favorite color.