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Spaghetti knots

the last lighthouse

what went wrong

when there was so

much right before

he says

smoking

haze blocking his eyes

tumbling in his lungs

lips lit red

like a stop light

until the night goes on

door flapping open

making wind and wishes

of summer

him drinking green liquid

because it’s the cheapest thing

at the bar

where people pass

before they know it

and lovers linger

in the shade and shadow

of a hand that reaches across

to a girl’s hips

who says

fuck off creep

and he goes back outside

green lips now

licked but still cut

wounded animal

lights another rolled paper

that could make an airplane

if it was folded differently

but at least now

it will fly higher than

a skill learned before

with its no-not-that

and this-is-right

and don’t forget-forgetting

for heat

always rises and spreads to warm

the world that freezes

against the night

and the door that

continues to beat

the lighthouse inside

him and here

 

 

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