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Swag

I made fire today –
and the flames fan
the cold away
instantly
through a soft cloud
of lingering smoke
I smell only the memory
of friends and campfires
and marshmallows.

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Skinny Bitch

Bones clack and protrude:
a sure-sign that she clearly
doesn’t give a fuck
but oh, how clothes hang
so well on her
Sickening that anyone
could think such-a-thing
or envy the bone-clack
walks and talks
and mistreats
only in her twenties-
it’ll be a short road, for sure.

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First

There’s a certain shade
of teenage love
unlike any other
that time has to offer.

A passing flush
parades across the chest;
a formidable force
under the breast.

Heaving; heavy with
the weight of the First,
a confident uncertainty
of its own making
Sinking or Floating or Breaking
it becomes made.

A breathless vision;
here, well-hidden
in a canvas marred with age –
where vibrancy inevitably
has dried up like old paint
and succumbed slowly, under
silent fade.

Picture the seasoned lover
until the Last,
now warms with a pallet
of a predictable ensemble;
where a once-familiar hue
emerges as new.

Ah, the First –
a memory described
head-first deep-dive
into complete saturation,
summoned only in the tense
where once conquered all makings
now, washed from existence.

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