Lauren Eggert-Crowe
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Come at me with babies
I am the mutant by the cheese plate
Painted nails like peanut m&ms, I am your bag of gross candy
Counting all the reasons to be tired
I am worth less in pennies
A sign that doesn’t want to be used
I wait for you to unlock the door and scare me
Kiss me for seven days, I will make myself
known to you In my dreams I am
the baddest betrayal either way
your bones creak over the traffic sounds
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Too hot to sleep in the done city
Blasé sunshine
I leave places like it’s going out of style
Trash on the ficus-broken sidewalk
Women slapping each other on TV
Hyphenated hoods and the interlopers in their cars
The dust comes into my house and never leaves
My feet charcoal the sheets, my bird-pecked
pomegranates swinging like lanterns beyond the curtain
Where are you dark and gleaming
What is the limit to your thirst
My mouth now puckers with salt and vinegar
The mice and the heat wave are back
I arrange pumpkins for a story
Every day i count all the things I could lose
and then I lose them again
Echo on the train station tiles
As if your sins didn’t happen
I do not forgive easily without a god
