on a postcard; on a stair

braiding my hair between my fingers
    as I wither without a sound
    monitor the screensaver

it’ll compete with nature
    sipping mens’ souls
                like ginger ale/

       your place is the
         heart of my
              oral fixation
          I don’t think it gets much better
    
       than this, do you ¿

        I think we’re a step closer
     I think I’m a bad singer
        I think you’re not alone
             if you don’t want to be


              

–LM

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