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January 26, 2014
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my fingers are made of chalk
and your body is a blackboard.
my waist is a paper bird
and you are an origamist.
my collar bones are branches
and your lips are sunlight.

you taste like cinnamon gum,
you smell like tangerines,
and your hand on my cheek
melts away all the cold.

the back of your car
is the household of sin.
there is no heat in
this piece of s***, faded,
red 1995 Honda. The
leather smells like cigarettes
and wintergreen gum.
you rely on the friction of
our skin to create enough
heat to get you home.





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BrandiBooth This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Feb. 17, 2014 at 11:56 am
Oh wow, great poem. 
 
reesefischer This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Apr. 13, 2014 at 7:03 pm
thank you!
 
Mckay This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jan. 29, 2014 at 12:34 pm
This one is by far my favorite of all your pieces. When I began reading it, I must admit, I though "Ugh, cliches!" But then, once I got to the end, every thought immediately changed. "[T]he back of your car/ is the household of sin" best line of the whole poem, along with the last three lines. I can't praise this poem enough. Keep up the great work. Congrats on the Editors' Choice for this amazing poem. 5/5
 
reesefischer This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Jan. 29, 2014 at 3:49 pm
oh goodness thanks so much!!!
 
SailorHarry said...
Jan. 29, 2014 at 8:59 am
Your writing is brilliant 
 
reesefischer This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Oct. 23, 2014 at 10:15 pm
thank you!!!
 
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