Unwanted kisses flower
the floor,
like apricots
and cinnamon.
I shake them loose
and see them fall,
leer at the mirror
on the wall,
tell myself
there must be more
than this behind
a bedroom door, ,
not frightmsresof late
Autumns wild
when I am still
a Summers child.
Waf
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