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swallow
9:33 pm / 08.09.03

green

I hide behind

glowing warm blanket

cheeks blazing heat

warm warm face

and cold cold toes

i wonder about

daydreaming.

his coffee smelled like

throw-up

he himself smelled of alcohol

cheep aftershave

perhaps.

so

news

i forget with in 3 minutes of you telling me

and stop your high piched screaming

asked rochelle

no more.

to a party

to a cake

to a hug and kiss from sister

to a baby

to a diet rite

home to my father

ironing

and complaining

go figure

hair in foreign fingers

you shove a bike in the back of

a red mini van

and yet she insists.

this wont work

so again she'll ride home

thinking about the

day

and her future

i can only imagine

then home to my bedroom

to a thankyou note and to

a poem

waiting on my tongue all along

only now

do i swallow.

the moon the stars

and yellow glows mars

under green

glow

woven warm

blanket

I hide.

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