- Non-Erotic Poetry
- haunted
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last week i passed your favorite bar and
the smell of clove cigarettes
clubbed me from behind.
suddenly i was swimming,
drowning in memories of you.
so i ran home and decided to
destroy all the CDs that remind me of you,
but when i finished i found
i had nothing left to listen to
so i filled the silence with thoughts of you.
then i did my laundry
to wash your soft, sweet scent
from my shirts and sheets and memory
but like a mistress who refused to know her place
you clung, haunting me with dreams of you
i tried to write you into oblivion
but you shredded at my soul,
ripping open carefully stitched wounds
until the page was soggy with tears
and every word spelled your name.
so i set the golden gate bridge on fire
and caught a plane back east
hoped your ghost wouldn't follow
and prayed the whole flight over
that i could now be free.
