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Even Hitler had a girlfriend
by Jolie JordanYou ask how I know.
Because.
For months,
I slept in my bones
next to someone
with a wasps nest of a mouth.
Everything that came out
was honey. Lovely at first.
(Sticky,
sweet, lies.)
I've since buried
the sheets
we once shared,
instead of my head.
And I am awake now.
I still wonder how you sleep at night, though.
..Warm?
..Do your lies tuck you in?
I am almost certain if this God
you've claimed to have found
forced you to play dominos,
lining up every untruth you ever told
your black & white painted bricks
would shadow each other (for Miles.) 05/05/2016 Posted on 05/05/2016
Copyright © 2025 Jolie Jordan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 05/10/16 at 02:29 PM Love the imagery in that second stanza and especially the dominos shadowing each other for miles. |
| Posted by John Harder on 05/15/16 at 01:37 PM I never thought anger could be this beautiful. |
| Posted by Ken Harnisch on 05/16/16 at 10:21 PM Searing...Eva Braun, had she been even a little bit self-aware, could not have written it any better! |
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