Hungry Ghosts

red walls

red lights

two ghosts, on a bed,

laughing

 

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,

asleep.

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