Magic squeezes the life out of me. (An old memory)

i cringe at the gesture
absorb the blow
i am stuck in an airport
sleeping, talking
talking, sleeping
whiskey
turn the trance on again
dilute the veins
bury the violence
my heart bangs out a beat
i am somewhere
take the crucifix to my lips
i am still new to this.

i am horny
sweat, dirt, detached
i lay on my back
and let the light irrates my eyes
a swift glance
and then another
i know.
you know.
can i commit to meeting you in person
my imagination runs all over the spectrum of possibilities
i feel
that’s the end of it all

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