tip of the tongue
we perform a valentines day vivisection
rows of red paper hearts
pour out from the sky,
dangling like messy handwriting in the thick clouds.
leaking paper blood into the gutters.
you are still humming to yourself
a body memory
it takes me a whole morning to remember
the tune
(& for that moment
i thought i had found
a soft place to fall.)
rows of red paper hearts
pour out from the sky,
dangling like messy handwriting in the thick clouds.
leaking paper blood into the gutters.
you are still humming to yourself
a body memory
it takes me a whole morning to remember
the tune
(& for that moment
i thought i had found
a soft place to fall.)
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