"we're going to live"
to call it flirting with death is naive.
i caress her bony hip as it presses into
mine. this
heaven is your hell. maybe she laughs
differently with you & perhaps you lie
less to her. but
i keep coming back for more. her red lips
pressed to my lips and my lips pressed kisses
onto her bony hips; her smooth legs kick away blankets
& i
smile. & i smile knowing you're in
an airport lounge smoking cigarettes one after one
being miserable
as usual. & you might think that the plane you're about to
board is an escape well it isn't. the distance will only worsen
the pain &
i finish kissing her. i need a moment to catch my breath.
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