my mouth is filled
with goodbye kisses,
ancient, longing- meaningless
my lips linger on regret, so
often
my tongue traces, the text
of a lost lover, a girl gone
to some where warmer, and
sure, a florida, or
arizona- i know this
is the only stamp NORMAL
i'll ever get from them
the wives of the world-
to brush up against it, that solid
place, and linger on a residents lips
only to be dismissed.
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