1-Up; 2-Back; Side-to-side


high school prom we held hands
music thumping heartbeats
we danced sweaty palmed
next to each entangled pair

you left moving far away
as possible mostly because
memories are better
congealed in amber

sometimes –
at Christmas and
special occasions –
i peruse old photographs
wondering aloud
how it would feel
to unwrap your gifts
taste those lips
every morning
orange pekoe
acacia honey
on my tongue

instead
i eat cheerios in
unsweetened almond milk
while the purring cat
sleeps between my thighs.

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