Crafted fingers tap tap tap the shoulders of someone you love.
They don’t know that they’re somewhere you’ve never been invited
Never gave a name -
Tap tap tap the stereo.
It’s a party
We’re dancing
But you won’t look at my face.
I wonder if it’s even there.
I wonder if you really matter because
Your eyes say something your hips won’t.
You’re crying under the detritus sound. I hear you.
LAUREN doesn’t understand that I’m trying to love you
because she never will
and I don’t even know a LAUREN.
“Do you?”
ME: “How was your day?”
YOU: “Huh?”
A pause. A guilty look.
YOU: “I wasn’t listening.”
Caramel is coating the lips of someone you love.
Burnt sugar is coating the lips of someone you love.
Burnt sugar is coating the lips of someone you love.
Murder is coating the lips of someone I love -
Ten years in Rikers.
I’m trying to learn how to be happy.
We’re dancing
We’re dancing
- The record skips -
You’re gone.
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