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April 5, 2008
It’s late and I woke drenched in panic. While I wait for the meds to kick in I write. I edit a poem I began before bed. It’s about Jonathan. He’s always been good at inspiring me into deep, sad writing. He’s my dark muse. Anyway, here’s a new poem.
39 Cents
Thirty-nine cents
Cigarettes, gum and condoms
Fell out of his pockets onto my bed
Over a month since I saw him last
He shows up unexpected
Wanting something he can’t explain
He craves me
Loves the taste of my skin
The feel of it on his hands and lips
I’m sweet and savory like buttery French toast with too much syrup
He bit into my flesh this time and it tasted bitter
The taint of his unclean knife still lingering
His sharp-edged love cut deep
And I still wear the scars of bitter with my sweet
His tongue tries to like the new taste
Licking it up like a thirsty puppy
But it’s not satisfying
He hates what he did to me and it sits heavy on his tongue
He left the thirty-nine cents and a used condom
Lighting a cigarette on his way out the door
Meds have kicked in and I’m sleepy. I’ll pop in and edit this in the morning.
Just me…medicated Marissa
