“you once told me that the human eye is god’s loneliest creation. how so much of the world passes through the pupil and still it holds nothing. the eye, alone in its socket, doesn’t even know there’s another one, just like it, an inch away, just as hungry, as empty.” -ocean vuong 

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i remember the moments caught 

   behind bloodshot films

i am not

the veil drowning golden flecks

until they collapse

in ash blackened seas 

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you wait

quietly

run 

     run

you whisper

as his lashes lift

and shadows

drain from our throats

like glass 

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how long

will the stench of silence sting

between us

the song he’s called to

hundreds 

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thousands 

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of times 

beating 

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just like you remember 

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the bourbon his mother’s boyfriend undressed

pulling velvet ribbons

to feel 

          silenced 

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like a girlfriend locked

in a piece of lost cement 

dreaming of a life he dreamed

for someone else

before our tongues licked the flames

and he 

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forgot 

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the hiccups

a trembling voice

is what you remember

the bourbon christmas calendar

spilled on the floor

the 19 year old screaming

the world isn’t ours anymore 

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not again

you whisper 

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as his lids begin to sigh

and we run home

to drink the shadows