Tuesday, August 27, 2013

Hatchback

I lost my lip gloss
somewhere
down below

and a half-drunk beer
and a ham-burger wrapper

I tic-tac-toe
up against
your skull bones

and glossy lips glow
and glossy eyes roll

the headrest reclines
my knee skin
declines

and you howl at the moon
and you wildly scatter

mementos
you'll find
come morning time

but that lip gloss
will never be found

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