Heirlooms

By Aaron Kent

Somnambulistic in her house
I stole
through her cupboards,
glued my volar
to her heirlooms.

I watched the Earth
fall from its axis
beside her bed,
blistered my corneas
with the sun
on her doorstep.
She remained,
hair dishevelled,
only white cotton
on her hips.

She pressed her lips
to mine,
vacuum packed my soft palette
and left her scent on me.

I want to wear it forever,
on every train journey,
with every breakdown,
in every life.
She found interesting ways
to deconstruct me,
never knew I feared the seasons changing,
at least winter is cold enough
to break my bones.

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