apotheosis
“Facts do not cease to exist because they are ignored.”
Tell me about a time
you felt the flush of
passion. Removing each
layer, holding a lover
aching,
with the lights on.
I crave exquisite solitude
the quality of aloneness
satiated by layovers in
large cities. Charles au Gaulle—
a wrapper of caramel toffee
wrinkling in my hands.
Dried salt you wipe with
a thumb, tracing a smile.
What do you plan on doing?
Here? No. Forever. Oh.
Tell me,
tell me with the lights on.
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