Mel By Sam Moe
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Mel
Honey, (bet you knew that was coming) these days things are impossibly hard. I awake again having forgotten the night before. When I fully regain consciousness, I remember the blood on my fingers. As I write this, I’m crying. These days, I am aching and brief. My god, don’t leave. There are still so many bodies of water we need to sift through. I want to see you in your pajamas in early morning light. I don’t need anything else. I know what I told you, but I take it back, you don’t even need to say you love me. The truth is my body hurts. I wish I could tell you what happened out loud, then other days I want you to eat my poems with your bare hands. I told another person about my stories, and they reminded me how broken my body is. It wasn’t even noon. Would you understand? There is something about you I love so much.
© Sam Moe
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