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checked out like a bad criminal left

fingerprints all over your heart.

wasted nights in the mountains,

bloody shadows, whiskey tongue

and watching the sunrise as history

fell apart over a thousand years.

there is no one left to talk to but the sun

rises everywhere, the world is bigger than us

and we only have two hands to wind

the broken clocks and watch.

 

from the dust on your heels to the tequila

bottles of piss, to the strange face

shaking in the mirror

stubbled memories into the sink

from a rusted razor.

because love is an effort to change war

into something human.

because a hundred smiles can't fit

into one of your winks.

because the belly of the moon

has a haggard stomach.

 

the caves north of Madrid harbor this

that I have left of the sunset we saw

from that bridge when

our lives played the black keys

on a dancing Saturday night

with a Spanish tongue.

-Aaron Blum