exhaust engine

Entrance to the Kasbah by Henri Matisse

at 3 am i divorce myself from the word prude &

peel it off in one coarse breath

like mulch kissing skin & 

the next day the boy

whose red-wood tongue

remains unscathed

gets a tattoo of

sweltered cries &

when the tree splits open

i learn the hymn of the unreserved


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Written by Brittany Adames

Brittany Adames is a seventeen-year-old Dominican-American writer from Pennsylvania. She spends time writing poetry and leaving short stories half-finished.

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