a mattress and one serrated knife.

I deal in the business of extremes
the window is open
goose-bump air is rushing in

to grab at our bare skin

I need the sun on my face
we only toss and turn when it’s too late

this darkness feels like life

me and you
only own a mattress and one serrated knife

these memories feel like a life
I’d like to know
me and you
before they made us this way

filled up beyond repair

Light your last match
say you can feel the sun buried
in my dirty blonde hair

Kiss

the

bride

with leaving Brooklyn in your eyes

she only thinks about you
between her thighs.

 

-C. Roses Lambrecht

me.

Next time take my left arm or a $50 but not my poems. -Bukowski