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The Pinkness of Your Gums

By Isoceles Tibet


you will never know me, darling. you have forgotten

that violets will never bloom in a heart like mine,

watered by the tears you shed for people 

who will never love you. you drown yourself

in my lips, you pretend we are and we will and

my mind is in the stratosphere, i’m on olympus

tracing apollo’s v-line drowning in honeyed ambrosia

singing hymns of pietas and achilles and patroclus

they died for each other while you murder me for a

taste of rotting greenish pink. but i will never

die for you, hyacinths bury your bloodstained altar

as i glow golden on my pedestal. i will never wilt.

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