her fragile frame
fall-
ing onto yours
your crooked bones
[your crooked heart]
shuttering under
her weight
[the touch of a feather]
your ugly mouth
sucking her supple
lips
in the same way
it inhales the juice
of your morning
grapefruit
as it drips down your chin
[you start everyday out bitter
sweet]
in the same way you
wish it was her
i
wish it was
me
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