

If The Sun Could WhisperI watch as yourIf The Sun Could Whisper
latex skin, folds
against the breezes and then melts into
puddles of
solidified sunshine.
Your lips smacked poison against mine; with our first kiss I was already dying.
My mouth was
filled with holes that leaked words
of unused wisdom and
I pretended to wonder about
the constellations that you
erased with your thumb.
And about your bones that
crashed into the earth.
But there were no
meteors to coat your fall.
How did you survive?
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"Hey, how ya doin'? This prescription's on me!"
"This is my lucky day/night/day!"
"It's a sofa that turns into a bed! Most disappointing transformer of all."
-Jim Gaffigan
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