Leave that town without my things,
leave that static on my skin,
put my money in my shoes,
jump that ship, and sail out.
Brandon O'Brien is a writer and poet from Trinidad. This is his other brain.
Caution: May contain intense critical analysis, long rants, and uncomfortable (but necessary) subject matter.
I see your shadow
on the edges of my history.
I see the paths
where you trailed your fingers
along the dust of
so you may
skim rapidly backwards
through my stories.
I hear you pedaling quickly
through the aisles of
all my fears and passions,
and the last time someone did that
they were threatening to burn it all down.
I am not so much afraid
if there is someone that you love
that you hope to find in the cobwebbed corners
of past mares,
I assure you that
this potential lover
and could just use a tender talk from you
if you are so much more inclined
than to peruse my past for moments.
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