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Lost In the Moment
drowning
in a bottle of whiskey
in a stranger’s bed
in the lines of a poem I wanted to write
a whole year I knew only in nights
under a Bklyn sky and me
(under a Bklyn sky)
the blackness broken a scattering of stars
and me
the night’s darling disaster
living only
for fragments
Part of a Bigger Phrase
We decide to stay “friends”
(whatever that means)
begin quote friends end quote.
Those four little appendages
sit snugly
not unlike our hands
that have forgotten how
to reach out and touch;
our arms that want
to open up hug,
but don’t know how.
Leaving Madrid
to keep warm
I crawled beneath your tongue
trying to sleep
against the drawbridge of your mouth
my body collapsed into a quivering thing
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Alyssa Yankwitt is a poet, teacher, bartender, and earth walker. Most recently, her poems have appeared in Stone Highway Review, Halfway Down the Stairs, Up the Staircase Quarterly, Milk Sugar, and Bone Parade. Alyssa has incurable wanderlust, enjoys drinking whiskey, hates writing about herself in third person, and loves a good disaster.
Lead image: “Just Friends” (via Flickr user John Naccarato)