In Florence, Italy.
She spit him out but not out of malice.
Out of a can-foil submarine
Shapes that you couldn’t make out
Even if they were right in front of you.
Your kiss I had once.
Laying into me like I was a...
prize you had won.
And I liked that.
those kisses were
Soft
those kisses were
simple
Those kisses are
Echoes of we once knew each other.
It was once just as we had left it.
I put the colorful beads in an emptied jar.
Let’s re-scatter them-
Scatter them under the rugs from Africa-
Pavement of ruins- under lids-eye-shut,
Put them in/under, just to…
Just to sneak them back in the jar like
That wafer- that no-one saw me eat.
As if it had never happened.
I’m fucking lost like I never thought that I could have been.
Hand to mouth!
What language are you speaking?
Did you forget your name like I decided I would when I left your city?
Would you remember your name again if everyone started speaking it to you?
Are our fire feet in the front or in the caboose?
Oh to make love whole-heartedly somewhere deep within the intestines of this place.
My heart jumped when I thought,
“You are going there, with nothing much at all.” And you are going there without him.
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