My dry bones lay in sunlight,
watching the sun peak over trees
and curl up in garbage cans.
I remember warm cars filled
with flickering streetlights
and long fingers drumming on bitten
digets.
Who knew that summers end
would bring ignorance and,
"I just can't care about you."
Behind steering wheels
and dusty foundation
I waited as skin dryed to headphones.
Winter rolled in with pornographic poets,
nirvana and poker thawed with spring.
Then summer came again with a bare smile.
Another first kiss rolled onto chapped lips,
that burned with the thoughts of a summer
held in a muscian's hands.
Then bones filled into confidance
that melted off stale makeup
and memories of distrust.
Nude men sleep under a blanket
of perspiration.
One eye cracked open as flushed lips
cradle worry lines, sheilded by
a simple smile.
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