After You'D Gone - Poem by Aleksandra Spaseska
left my hand spread open
wiltering, waiting, wanting.
how soon is now?
how late was then?
left my hair cut to the skin
scorching, smelting, smearing.
I used to be so free
You used to be so me.
Swing around, kiss my belly
toss and turn, leave me yielding
come home creeping, I'll pretend
the house is not on fire
the house is not on fire!
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