Hungry Ghosts

red walls

red lights

two ghosts, on a bed,



you can always make

new memories

a man says to me-

minutes later I taste

the words in his mouth,

lick his words off my thigh.


I put the memory in the box

where I keep all my

precious things.


two hungry ghosts,

curled into one another,


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