WIP: All We Are Is Wasted Hours (A Housekeeping Poem)

we were a tangle of limbs the 

morning you left 

echoes of screeching tires outside 

along the parkway 

and last night’s platanos still on the table, forgotten. like us. 

you stole a kiss from me as I stared at the sword above your desk 

“What are you thinking about?” you mumbled, 

“Montauk,” I whispered. “The waves at Ditch Plains. 

And that shopping spree at the 99-cent store in Miami. Remember?” 

you planted another kiss on my face to hide 

your lapse in memory. 

still, I found a temporary comfort in the curve of your neck, and the lingering scent of your cologne 

in my sheets and my hair and my skin. 

we were a beautiful mess that morning: me the girl from Brooklyn with too many memories and you the

boy from nowhere with nothing,

both waiting to be tidied up.

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*I've been reviewing my old works-in-progress to see if something jumps out at me or grabs my attention. And I know, posting it here makes it ineligible to be posted elsewhere but listen, there's a good chance I won't follow through on this so might as well give these pieces their 15 minutes of fame while I can.

Love & Balls,

Jaded

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hello again, friend of a friend, i knew you when

our common goal was waiting for the world to end

now that the truth is just a rule that you can bend

you crack the whip, shapeshift and trick the past again