There are only so many tender ways
of saying, “Don’t forget about me.”
Five involve The Breakfast Club
soundtrack. Two involve perfume.
One involves a sharp pair of keys,
a delicate paint job, and blasting Carrie Underwood.

And then, you just have to
bleed into their mouths while they sleep,
so when they look for their lost pulse one day,
they find two beats.

You have to impregnate them with memories.

“Remember that time, you had a nosebleed at my place?”
Woke up with the pillow crusted into place.

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