How to Love Like Lenny This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

June 9, 2017
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Your skirt
is ripped leather
of a forgotten
diner booth
occupied
by a cold heart
and warm
hands
inhaling
the open
bar
so tomorrow
you’ll stumble
through the halls
with coconut Malibu
growing
palm trees
in your
gums
that push around
breath
covered
in artificial
mint
gums
that forget
my name
skirt
that forgets
my touch.

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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HereSheIsThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. said...
Jun. 13 at 4:39 pm
I can feel the sadness and longing in this poem so strongly, yet it's subtle and artistic, too. I like how you brought it back to the skirt at the end.
 
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