Afterword
I'm sorry I followed
your lips & tongue, lip-synced
over you. I needed to know
their design (after you
told me I wasn't enough like you.)
I'm sorry I wore out your clothes
& you ditched me
in a place I've never been (after
I laughed at your attention
to the snails.) I'm sorry
I furnished our home with cactus
& sand instead of flowers (seeking eyes
wandered too far west) I'm sorry
on the nights when I can't smell myself
on my fingers, only you.
Words
- Kyle Edward Harris
- "That's the price tag, no discounts, no bargains. Losing my first love was like living in a perfect house, with the perfect front porch and matching dormers where the key finally worked to let me in, until without enough warning, it caught fire and was gone, leaving a thin coat of ash that would gray my life for years, making me cry when I saw a perfect front porch or a light shining from an upstairs window."- The One & Only Aunt Nancy
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