I trace the lilac veins across your face Sugar on my foaming tongue, A lemon-drop, dissolved. On a bench we look out at sea, or was it a river? I forget now. The thought of you, at the window The ticking of trains on repeat. In this city, the streets are embroidered With neon, bulbs like sequins Blue, green, violet, red. There are young boys racing A supermarket trolley down the street Singing sickness rocks my belly. My innards clasped in skin Pale meat in pink lobster shell. I am underwater In a silver swimming costume, tarnished at the hip. Looking down a hall of mirrors, I crack my eye wide-open, spilling Vessels like metallic streamers at your feet. I take your hand on the Ferris wheel From here the whole city, tangled in light Collapses all around us. A world tossed upside down and inside out, A snow globe in September. My swollen mouth aches For the words that line my pockets Like foil tickets, confetti, smithereens. Purple paper-cuts like battle scars Each one for everything I could not say. ✱✱✱
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