this isn’t supposed to be erotic

i don’t know whether heartbreak will ever stop tasting

like ripe white peaches ice cold in summer

soft fruitskin popping, giving under my teeth

meat catching between them and dripping

sticky pulses down my chin and fingers.

i pity anyone who has ever lost me.

 

5.29.18 rlb

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