ROSES

tonight was strange.
what nights aren't?
what day is it even? ah the 29th.
june 29th, okay.


you said, milk is good for bones baby girl so drink up, you're breaking, i can't hear you through all this breaking.  milk is good for your teeth, darling, so take small sips - you're all cream and sugar but mine are empty hands, crying fingers. in my mind i ask you to hold the cup for me, like i'm a child, or very sick, maybe put in a straw - the thick kind with red lines. in my mind i ask you to put my head in your hands but instead i watch the mosquitoes spin in circles around the light bulb begging it for something  other than it's light, it's only power.

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