poetry

iPhone notes

fast prayers

scatter brained prayers

clinging to the back of

a denim vest

riding the lines

down the 10

rush hour

no traffic

i see the ocean

in flashes

I breath out

i s-q-e-e-z-e my

thighs

strong from running

around him

but my hearts never in it

or is it?

I don’t know what love is

I don’t think I’ll ever know

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