Poems from jejuna

  I fell in love with a Bible lover and tattooed her name under my breast like it was the crescent impression  of her fingernail...
  My body is a post-war wasteland there are mines that explode when you run your fingers over my skin and there are graves of burning men...
  I want to keep you in a glass-globe prison and wrap up our memories in foil and stick them in an oven. I want them to cook and bake and...
  You called yesterday while I was sleeping. My phone picked up your words and stored them in its belly. When I finally dug them up, they...
  So the other day I found my way to the tree where we once used to be happy. I pressed my skin against the grain and felt the tree push...

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