lost track of what i can feel
distorted, desired drunken
lapping at the spit that tiles the bathroom floor
forgot what you said leaving the room
only to hear the echo back days later
not for the answer i’m left needing
only breathing between your legs
iron taste, it’s my only safety
non-existent when separate
handjobs under bus shelters
awaiting the changeover
hoping it never comes
all your friends laugh at us
their noses red from powders
taken like a lesson
daydreaming self-castration
bruising blue in promises
losing you to opulence
all the memories strayed
and then they came back different
distant in cognition
met you years passed in a place familiar
you were there with a different face
asking me why i am still missing?
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