to be alone and lonely vi

and when he travels down south, to South Africa and Namibia, he brings you trinkets and postcards but that is not enough

what you want, you who are hungry moon, all wound covered in longing, you whom he stumbled upon somewhere between his travels is to consume him whole

and when he kisses you long and deep, you imagine all things bittersweet melt on your tongue but that is not enough

what you want is for him to dislodge her from memory – her long straight hair, her aristocratic ways, her father’s old money, her father’s house down by the lake, her.

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