This weekend words kinda goes with two others, but I'm not in love with them yet, so you'll have to wait.
9-16-15
I take breaths
and agree to forget what I promised
myself today.
My mouth salivates
and it tastes like copper.
I wonder at my street value--
unnoticed until I spark, perhaps,
is my pretty delusion.
Rather, it is raining
and we study the sidewalks closely
they demand no words of us
and no breaths.
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