I’ve given this poem a secret breath
between and behind the lines of enemies
Crisp and autumn
Crass and autonomous
There was hunger in our very lungs
Slithering into aching akimbo arms
we swallowed each other whole, like eggs
Easter has never been a good month for us
Eternity dripped into misplaced scars
Your teeth are still there, lodged
beside the finest set of flannel lies
A case of mistaken fidelity
I’ve always wondered who the hell you were
Bustling memories, bigger than a bread box
Scores of questions bare once shrouded fangs
Betrayal is a language of love
spoken by dragons and hares alike
Mishaps with limbs
Misshapen, but limber
Our pulmonary poetry fails to protect
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