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CAR BOMBS
January 8, 2015
In and out and weaving between
You are dripples of wax on someone’s lips,
Together, now, as a melted mass
You’re a skip out of ribs
And a perforation of white bed sheets
In, out
Exhaling inside you:
I sure want to find you.
Our waxy skin dissolves thaws in one pounding heart-
In and out
Up and down
Stars go to march in an assembly line laid over my eyes
and I notice
You are in and out
And between
Our cuts of fogged-up glass and I breathe out:
“Be beside me;
Come and find me,”
© Brooke W., Weston, MA
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