I tattoo infinity over
the pulse in my wrist, and the ink and i,
It wasn’t your fault,
but I dreamed the end
of the world.
We held hands while the sky was falling;
you martyred my intent, I swallowed your shrapnel
in long sweet swallows
that left us raw and unrenewed.
We made love on the rooftops,
you kissed the apocalypse
from each of my fingertips. – don’t
worry, you whispered.
you’re prettier than the stars tonight.)
Todays best new poem was written by Laura Hinkle.
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