Room For One More

I loved her like my lung capacity
Was dwindling and she was my
Breath of fresh pollution. I
Took the breath of her in
And coughed.

I made my flesh her
Dwelling place and she
Gentrified my bones.

Love was never so foreign to me
And at the same time
All too familiar
As it was when it was her lips
That spoke of scripture to me.

I remember reading The Tell-Tale Heart
Laughing at how
The narrator spent so much
Of his page life
Trying to convince me of
His sanity
And how the same taste
Now squatted on my lips
Like homeless words
Believing that they belong to a lexicon.

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