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Cherry
I write my ‘i’s differently now
—your letters etched themselves into my blood
I eat everything with chili
that burning sting is close enough to your kiss
I abandoned the blade. You’d be proud—
though only because we meet
every night, dream or not
Why do you haunt me, why?
but still, I tail
behind your cherry mirage
Lost
in this desert, I crawl
beneath a sun that brands skin
your smiling eyes lurk in the harsh glare—
ghost-lit nightstand in my tonic gin
billowing gray of exhaled nicotine
cobwebbed corner in that one drawer
only you and I know exist
Copyright ©
Jasmine Tsai
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