mess/23

by poems & doodles

it

  was not some
spilled milk
bump on the subway
busted kitchen drain
series of oops and
excuse me’s
kind of
accident. you know

this

  was intentional,
deliberate.
a series
of echoes
and heavy whispers saying
yes and asking more
into the soft of each other’s
necks. and now here

we

  are
unprepared (maybe
unwilling)
to clean the mess
left behind.

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