Nicole Oquendo

I AGREE I WAITED TOO LONG, THAT TIME BOILED INTO A SKIN THE WAY HOT MILK DOES

 

i agree i waited too long, that time boiled into a skin the way hot milk does
to fill the space you carved. what is he like i’m telling you this is what
i do, always /

am i the ash on your skin, or is that too bold, the remnants of something burning
from the outside in, flaking apart while you count the minutes between boiling and something else

/ or am i the chimera you’ve cleaved from parts unknown / or full snake with no arms to grab you with, but the ribs to hold you in / or the lion, hunting  

you grant wishes while i’m away / leave me wanting more, more, more
 


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