Two Hundred and Eighty-One.


Izzy circle


glassy eyes gazing to infinity
limbs entwined and stiffening
skin soft and fine like wax
melting into one another

taxidermied lovers never die


Sarah circle


I hear the crackle and pop of your sugar snap love from three suburbs away
like fireworks, blazing and raining down promises
while kids upturn faces all smeared with the dirt of the day
there’s a reason that dogs cower in kennels on New Year’s Eve
and I am running for my life with my fingers in my ears



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