tell me I’m standing in the middle of your heart
tearing up those poems I wrote
the last copies
on earth. Recite the number of teaspoons
of vodka in my veins. Help me breathe in
and out.
Stop him from saying the right things
from being honest
I need a fable
a landslide my own Jerry Lee Lewis
Let me be 16 and stupid again.
Let anything feel possible.
Jennifer Miller McIntyre
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