In Defense of Kissing Despite Massive Evidence to the Contrary

Once when you said "I'm hungry" someone
kissed you as if tongues were ever food enough,
lips and intentions of bliss, low gutturals
broken because vowels seem so flimsy and how
many times will you say river instead of
the name you miss so, like the color green or
the number eleven or the gun you were taught
to fire, age nine, how when you sighted down
the barrel as you pointed at the sun you knew
you'd never hit it, ever, but you still had to try?
Weston Cutter


Weston Cutter

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