nevada
I am awake and lonely
in a city whisked away from the love I was suckling from your lips only just weeks ago.
I was on a plane,
enveloping my entirety and shipping her off 2,244 miles away from your mouth (the same mouth that sings songs loudly in the car and tells every person you love about some writer from New York).
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