the alarm goes off

by blake ellington larson

and she hands me a yellow pen

my feet are all but
aching and wet

tears keep screaming her name
as if all i’ve done
was love myself

we sit up on lone lily pads
trying not to bruise
the burn
that caught our doubts

her hand on my leg
my eyes on her tongue

we mouth the words
we meant to say

and then fall asleep

(1999)

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