Radar

Craving your green heart, black eyes
while spinning around antique maps
I’ve spent a lifetime tracing, sharing
cigarettes with humidity and palm

fronds–Secretly hope salvation
can be sucked into lungs like
demons swallowing spirits. Dying
sensation of imagining your sympathy,

Fingers trailing lakeside. You taught
me to stop pinpointing vital signs,
go for the first time you tried to stand
resolute, but I am here to crack you…

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