sparkling explosion of
cellophane and champagne nails
on back.
fallen glitter eyeshadow:
roving crescent moons
dangling off your throat
from everywhere a lip hit,
and pieces of gold dust
rolled off my nose. 


bare mattress,
a girl licking a cheek and a
bare tear
sort of near.
hearts like lava
fill the blue gray cracks.
ghost stories and berries in bed,
mouth filled with laughs.
I’m in an afghan
and what else?

I’m somewhere else.

7.

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