Whale
Bones
Make love to me in my native language, the one I was born
with, the one that my mother poured into my mouth when I was
removed from her belly with a steak knife, the one I held
between my teeth like raisins warm with sweat.
Erase my name with your tongue the same way Clementine’s
memories were erased in Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless
Mind.
Here I am, heavy with the weight of desire, complete with a
shoplifted heart stolen from a strip mall because I
couldn’t afford the 24-carat gold one. Like a blue whale, I
can hold countless bodies inside my own. But yours will be the
first.
Source: writingsforwinter.tumblr.com
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