by Ari Eastman
Your name is still stitched somewhere
on the back of my throat.
I have tried to erase any lingering taste buds,
but they only get more stubborn with time.
I guess whatI’m saying
is I don’t know how to stop.
I guess what I’m saying
is there is part of me that’s terrified
I’ll love you silently
until I choke.
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