"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.