retrocognition is not for lovers

July 17, 2008
By Brittany Sobolewski, Chapel Hill, NC

Romance tastes like salt and I’ve never been kissed in the rain.
Pretty baby,
your exchangeability amuses me.
Did you think I wouldn’t know?
But, it was good while it lasted,
When it lasted.
Where does your desire reside?
Fallen stars and unicorns,
Underwater caves and you and I.
You once read to me, Leaves of Grass and love songs.
five minutes, five hours, five days.
“don’t forget me,” he whispers.
His skin is like cinnamon,
but you are calling me.
It’s the sheer humanity of it all that’s so appealing.
Chew me up and spit me out,
We’re beyond apologies.

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