Jasmine Tsai Poet Free verse

I made a promise to write sins

Sometimes I wonder,
if I’m wasting my seconds
trying to prove love
lasts longer 
when you drown it with gin.

Her ghost circles back—
again, again—
the Poppy wears 
a saccharine, serrated grin—
(oh, how I’ve missed it)
nestled among 
my worn-out keycaps.

I didn’t mean to write her—
I keep pressing delete—

But she never blinks.
That's when I know–
I must
write and write and write and write—
or she erases me.

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