And her mouth Her mouth was upturned at its ends. That night I continued To speak I did not stop. At first Her upper lip was darker Than the other. It happened on April Fool s day. Her hair became mine too Long and black and flung over the top of my head Our bodies parted sweating.
Sunlight feels like tomorrow.
That breathes on its own. While she lies underneath The covers to her nose. Her voice and her patched eye Just sitting there. And her telling me Go away. Two months later I sent her A letter In which she had lesions.