“Pirouette” by Made in Heights

pour my tea, pour my thoughts

into separate beds
spilling out

in the clouds

whirling like a pirouette

every breath, every cross

everywhere i turn
in my head

stitching thread

until

my temples burn.
From the crease

of your mouth

to the picket fences,

all the space, stretching out,

blurring my defenses

dignity, diligence,

i could not avenge

sink my teeth

in the sheets

and taste

the emptiness.

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