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Glisten
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A Little Black Book We fold.
I glisten.
I am everything lost in this bare box
and friction.
I have sacrificed my beauty in you.
Face scrunched red, wrinkled
eyes like two paper cuts
plagued
breathed in bury,
“Don’t you dare,”
as you show to my funeral
and lay your five dollar casket flowers
to a woman four months dead to you.
In the wake,
you chuckle
I glisten loudly,
if only for mine ears to seal it.
Laughing madly,
weeping sadly,
lost in the glisten of you.
very
heartfelt, thank you ---