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I felt my heart in my eyes
couldn’t stop holding my short breath.
I would exhale and it would scurry
from my throat and to the ceiling.
her scent always got trapped
in my rafters
stuck in place with glued wings.
I sometimes think about
getting a broom to knock it down
and catching her in my jaws.

my sigh goes out like a light.
I put on my boots
and stand statuesque
underneath the light in the parking lot.

“everything tastes better at the beginning”
she says
“it’s so dull at the end, don’t you think?”

I don’t know a damn thing