The Meadow Literary and Art Journal 2011

Your Kiss Usually Means Some of It by Caitlin Thomas For Shaun Your kiss usually means some of it. Like, usually 60% at least. When we first met, we were at 50%. Both our bodies permitting access Like security guards In shitty, outdoor malls. Then we fell into a rabbit hole, And it was dark. We were at 90%, Not knowing who we were, We used our hands for holding Familiarity, And our eyes, like cameras, Taking shots that belonged In shitty, downtown galleries. But last night Your kiss didn’t mean any of it. You were in the negatives, And I was positive. Our legs had out ran our course. theMeadow 51

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