sparkling explosions of
cellophane and
champagne nails down
the back.
fallen glitter eyeshadow,
bare mattress,
a girl licking a cheek and a
rolling bare tear,
somewhere far but also
near.

hearts burst like red lava
to fill the blue gray cracks
that December left.
ghost stories, hot elderberry
in bed,
mouth filled with laughs.
my shoulders are
wrapped
in an afghan
somewhere else.
I’m naked underneath that.
and what else?

I’m with someone else.

“new moon”

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