Tonight's Poet Corner: Lingering
Lingering by Belinda Roddie This is how hard it is to get you out of my head: Your fingernails dig into the side of my brain, the membrane fraying for your kisses and your pleas for attention, for adoration, for more, while I instead beg for mercy. When I dream, you are there. When I drink, you are there. When I take acid, you join me on the trips in a melting automobile. The tires burn gold rather than rubber, and your laugher is so fucking weird.