walking back from my 8am
I wondered where you had planted the bombs.
we both knew it wouldn't last the day.
or maybe that was just me.
last night's movie reminded me of
the way we all have headstones
and how clocks look like fuses.
in between the two thoughts
my mouth went flytrap i grew
pirate leaves sparks flying up my neck
morning kissed your delicate starving face. i'm sorry
while you were sleeping i hid the bomb in my throat.
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