you slipped out early this morning
the silk of your nightdress clinging to your femur
you tore your fishnets when your hands were in my hair
and once, when you thought i wasn’t looking, you tried on angel wings from my nightstand
let a laugh ripple from your tongue and land on my lips
i wonder if wisteria could grow in the gap between your two front teeth
if marigolds would wilt between your thighs
you are a lady who lines her eyes in red
who thinks birthdays and stars are bullshit
who doesn’t believe in beauty or doorknobs or
candelabras or love at first sight
and yet, you believe in me.
Audrey Wu is a junior from Cambridge, Massachusetts who focuses on writing poetry to heal.
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