Jennifer Bonafiglio


Naythings uttered in confidence
cut cut
your smudged valentine
was a chocolate finger I gave away in haste.

I said a seven day spell for you
left orderly libations for the lwa
consoling only myself.

There's just one question,
coiled between our chests
baiting us both
you would not have me pose it.

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