Even the walls were naked, bare
skins as white as the sheets we discarded
in favor of wearing air. I wrapped your blue
eyes around my shoulders
to hide from the room’s eyes.
Covered by maroon blinds,
they saw what I took from you, how I made you
lick the chili dogs and other women
off my lips; I licked your fears,
kissed the back of your bony knuckles,
that had turned purple from being pressed
into the mattress.
I touched your arm,
felt the braille of chillbumps,
then snickered and said,
“We need some wallpaper in this room,”
and you wrapped your arms
around yourself.
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