i miss the rush of you, your memory stung with dust—
after you said kissing my cheek made your skin buzz
staryellow arrhythmia, our fates twisted
with this moment as a dream. you
never really loved me, only the parts
spangling warm, sweetstruck—i’m too much
of a lethal sacrifice. the last time you kissed
me, you said it made your skin
claw its way back into your mouth—
did you choke enough?
about the author
tommy wyatt blake is a multi-nominated Pushcart and Best of the Net poet. they have several books, including FOR YOUR ENTERTAINMENT! (Troublemaker Firestarter), Mutually Assured Destruction (Ethel Zine), CRASH (Vinegar Press), Trick Mirror or Your Computer Screen (fifth wheel press), and others. their work often navigates topics such as trauma, queerness, popular culture, time, and disability. he is currently synthesizing digital archives, space voids, and confines of the body. you can find him online @tommywyattblake.