comparing notes with john

a lumbering slow                                dank slop and
dance past                                         a fine, filthy mist
familiar mailboxes                             cake our cheeks


                                    they’ve been here for
                                        seven years, in dim
                                               cigarette heat


                                    learning neck trenches
                                               on guilt
                                    splayed tequila walls

                                    : i make a vulnerable
                                                     omission



                                                                                                    --Yelena Kolova

re:black holes

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