I kissed you once


This barber smoked cigarettes while complaining about his cat’s leprosy
and washing my hair.

His cat had spots that flaked onto its toes.
The flakes reminded the barber of shaved wheat cereal
and almosts.

He ashed his cigarette into my curls and under the burning I felt longing.
Longing that exudes from postmortem fetal extrusion
and ripped donut holes and

engagement rings you find while thrift store shopping.

He ashed his cigarette into my curls and under the burning I saw longing.
I saw scraped knees from training wheeled bikes
watered down iced coffee
choking on someone else's laughter.

The barber told me that almosts are the worst kind of always and
I believed him.

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