after I read your message
I put my phone down on freshly laundered sheets
I take off the perfume at my wrists,
pour it back in the bottle.
you’re in love with my loneliness,
the way it looks at you from each of my breasts.
the way it hooks my skinny leg across your lap.
the way it steals a kiss from you
and quickly pulls away, eyes lowered
in shame.
after I read your message
I put my body down on freshly laundered sheets
pull the mascara from my lashes,
pour it back in the bottle.
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