by Uriel Tovar

I wish that kiss was real--
as real as fake plastic flowers

sprayed with some perfume that will only last
about a week
and fade
just like the shape of the bouquet
on some random august day.

you always smirk when I mention it
and break my goddamn heart with your "awwws"
and the way you play off how much I actually like you.
you never knew your eyes were like daggers on my wrist.


Posted on 11/29/2005
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