this morning. I was afraid of the sun,
when you were looking for me
like a syringe on my Mont-Royal .
I wanted to vomit your tinnitus on my Lucky Charm
because I was only on my neck a little crooked and hearts to beat.
But tell me,
because I forgot my tights squeezing your neck
yesterday morning.
Tell me,
because I forgot your breath between my legs.
©] [Ma. Cha Aubin 2010
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