…In a bathroom stall at the wedding.
Teeth crushed against each other,
The puncture is a whisper.
Relief! Minds a broken blister.
Believe! (without bleeding on each other)
We're:
Talking through a magnifying glass,
Looking through a megaphone,
And counting the minutes till were home alone.
And I:
Man the crows nest nestled in your ship's stitched-sails,
Have a tongue in automation when not sheathed inside my cheek,
Am out of breath…
Shivers convert calories,
So breath into my chest,
No—cough into my lungs,
No—Sweat inside my eyelids,
Take a drink so full inside your mouth it spills…
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