Under black body bag– you have the most beautiful smile, when our lips touch it’s like brakes screeching, sparks. You look at my mouth when I talk sometimes and we both know what that means and our corners fold neatly upward and connect and you are the light at this tunnel’s end moving closer. Packed like sardines in metal tins on tracks, jolting makes our limbs touch and touching makes our limbs jolt, yellow yellow red line lightning bolt with soft hands and breath like a peppermint stick. I will stay behind this designated line for your moments.


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