these years are all we have

there are years

.                    decades maybe 

tucked messily between

small hands and

scarred hearts.

.                                    questionable bits of time

for abandoning the

rules buried in skin.

for  unhinging


.                                    screaming at the


collect skeleton keys

in a jeans pocket

unlock every door you’d

.                                  peeked under, cheek to the

cold floor.

give your best impersonation 

.                        of every romance

you’d widened your eyes

.                        …

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