Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Day 36: jamaica drunk in bogota

we swallow until we are drunk
make our gaydar crocked until we are the worst wing women who every existed
look at the beautiful women

in bogota
women seep into your skin like secrets
and you hold them there as long as you can
until the sweat removes their memory

we have intociated conversations
and send drunk text messaged to journals
we write poems about love
how it isnt always a feeling
sometimes its touch

and sometimes its something you can witness
from the sidelines
drunk off your ass

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