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Spin the Bottle

we play spin the bottle like children pulling wings off flies
no care full abandon no threat of the truth the next the 
tomorrow the what just the now the moment the this a 
spin spin spin that mocks time laughs at space ignores death
outruns faster pussycat kill kill with spinning twisting 
promises of faster lips kiss kiss and faster lips lick lick

we play spin the bottle like gap year
backpackers lost waiting to be found
like dust floating settling wafted away
paper thin tissue not yet crumpled
as teenagers loose and joyous and 
raptured in dares in youth in new flesh

we play spin the bottle like a lover’s roulette with 
bullets firing when what who in erratic heartbeats 
that pass pass pass by me in a twirling mirror of glass 
with no sip left inside until it skims rotate slows rotate
slowing rotate when rotate what rotate who rotate to a 

pause stop on me

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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