Tomorrow Never Comes

Cramped feet print the shield
Loose rings stab my back
Cracked glass still fogs
Smudged mirrors don’t hold fast
Fingers attach to hips
and clutch like doors latch
Flanked teeth mirror reflecting moons
Past lips that quiver just as toes and thighs do
We make out with the radio on
We go in after the heat’s gone off
I know I can’t go on forever,
But maybe you’ll be the one who does
Tomorrow never comes
When today is celibate

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