Tiny Apartments

Tiny Apartments

Taylor Heussner

Cigs and booze we laugh
at everything that is not
ours. Broke and doing
lines, we talk about our dreams.
Somehow, I never see you
in mine. But I’ll kiss you and let
you touch me because sometimes,
the feel of skin and smell of sweat
quenches the quiet,
bitter taste of
solitude.
We were never real.
             Just a slide of two bodies
                          and two voices, dropped to a
                                          murmur.
 
 

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