"Blindsided" by Tallon Kennedy

and even while he was breaking my heart,
his breath still smelled sweet, lodged

in my chest like a cavity
only I could fill, my hands

taking the role of the dentist
to repair the decay

that too much sweetness left.


If I live to see the end of the world,
in my final moments, I will remember

the bridge that never ended,
the wind, the cold, the white

spit in the corner of his mouth,
his pupils dilated by tears

and acid, his hands holding mine,
as if to say: I can’t help you anymore,

let the ghost of my touch
be enough.