i am wild with love,

and maybe i should learn how
to tame my heart better,
keep it in-between the lines rather

no, let’s

write our poems on green
gum wrappers & give them to strangers,
run away laughing—clutching
our stomachs like we’re trying to save
our secrets

and let’s

suck on our blow pops &
color the cities salivating in our mouths

and let’s

twirl and twirl and
twirl
until the dead thing in the mirror
awakens to rename
herself:

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