if life is a security blanket,
i pull it to my neck and devils touch my feet.
it's threads are in my teeth
as i squirm the night away,
thinking of a foreign sun
that could pierce the tiny holes
in the blanket that i tore.
i served you coffee after that
before you moved away with me
because you don't like men with
50 dollar haircuts
and i don't like women with
cucumbers in their eyes.
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2 years ago
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