November, 2014

Over the weekend
we ingested paranoia,
the green hue of the room
obscured by smoke.

The fragile wings
of dreams left our lips
chapped, kisses more static
than electric.

 

(originally published in Ginosko Literary Journal, Summer 2017)

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