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I loved you when I was younger
a mad love
red and pink
dread and drink,
and when it wasn’t like the novels we read
or the songs we sang
we pulled the pins from the walls
and stuck them into one another
waiting
for something to happen.

and then like bath tiles
stepped
and pissed on
wept
and slipped on;
we found ourselves beneath
naked bodies
cold and tired
waiting to be forgotten.

that’s when I saw it
and I wasn’t younger anymore.

Comments

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  1. Love this one. Has a great flow, esp. like “…when it wasn’t like the novels” and the metaphor of bath tiles. Very evocative. GJ.

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