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Abstract that attracts

pay your pillow space

for half the bed;

that covers the two mojitos

{My kind but shy gesture.}

[Wait, I’m in middle school, and he’s walking me home through the park.]

High heels worth the blisters for

They’ve become pocket sacks of skin;

my folded $2 bill

and $1 coin fit perfectly

I want to see you under

lampshades

I make annotations out of the features of your face.

Your lips, desperately mine already

your hairy nostrils, glued to my neck/ chest chamber

[ your middle school skater boy dangerous

and middle school girl me can’t resist]

I wish I hadn’t gone with the intention of being

my alter ego at City Nights / Pura Club.

{You saw me in City Nights, but I locked

eyes with you at Pura Club.}

La Colibri is tapped out for the night.

and I don’t know how to reopen;

the part of me that only wants

to be sucked right now.

Haunted Attraction