Today's poem is by Carolene Kurien

The Edge
       

Katya tells me at the Krispy Kreme
she doesn't know how to love.
I say I don't either. Our legs dangle
off the car hood's edge, donut crumbs
walking our thigh trails. I fear I will never
know the pleasure of dying in tandem.
Falling off a canyon cliff with my lover
after losing our balance in a bear hug.
What do I know of embrace
aside from the mosquito on my knee?
I swat away the hand seeking mine.
I cannot engage in deep talk.
This life is a compilation of tiny
exsanguinations. To find love amidst
this suck feels like praying for a blank
coin to land on heads. I long for face.
Mouthless Lover, let me give you my lips.
Let's taste the world until we slip.

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from Salt Hill
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