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[aliceinwonders]

you gotta get your oil changed
once every few rainstorms,
slough out the rough
from your sticky blood,
unclutch the half-moon
of your gaze from that witchy mountain
get loose from all the miles we made up,
the friends that bloomed & wilted against our breastbones,
the hours we could have stood without.

(hold me close now,
now that it's dark,
close as a sullen country in a boozy sea,
carry me in your sun-rashed forearms,
let me lay against your shivering rib-castle,
imagine a planet where none of us
falls asleep alone)

alone's a new one for me.
smells like thrift-store sweater
and wet-straw
and the flood of us
unspooling on tremble
hands.