When I summon my knees do you
long for yours
when I pried your kneecaps clean
and slurped their oysters
when I kidnapped your kneecaps
to a biker bar
when I sealed your kneecaps
in a wax kiss
will you tap the blackberry
from your marrow
will you remember me
best in saltwater
will you inhale free
of my kelp tangles
will you exhale carbonated
through open doors
will you regret me
on the 4th of July?
Header photograph Β© Kaila Skeet-Browning.
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