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Letters to Passed/Past Lovers
By Cheyenne Skurczak
February 26, 2019 | Creative Writing
This is how you are
suppose to exist, yes?
Seven kisses upon seven ring fingers,
the remnants tasting of absinthe?
I am constantly learning how to cleanse myself of you.
I have discovered
that orange juice will drown down arsenic
and that I can always pick fingernails from in between my teeth.
Do you strive to remind me that
there is a very thin line between my day and night?
Maybe that’s it -
maybe you have turned me into a forever dusk.