Sunday, August 2, 2009

a profane memento

we stand crowded in a room of smoke
inhaling when no one looks
my alveoli tingle and are sustained
until you blink again
a rush through my veins
that reminds me
of the days when I fed myself
only to have something to throw up

I remember you cheating once
you were looking me right in the eyes
as wisps of it streamed into
your throat and nose
then out the pores of your skin

we all get caught but you wanted to
I didn’t look down because I was afraid
to see a smile

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