blackberry pulp on your fingers
and me, your lover, lying awake
you said it didn't matter
cause it wasn't love,
and in haste,
I ate the entire dish of blackberries
till my stomach ached
and i went to lay down
outside, in the sun
it's always hot in Texas
in November, you said,
and your cat walked over,
and sat herself beside my face,
small purring,
licking my fingertips
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