Lexi Palmer

high school sweetheart

half-moons and split lips on
my crooked mouth
I cried then because I was supposed to
his fat hand on my thigh
the other behind my neck
in two-headed admiration
the room suddenly burst into flames

there are so many things I forgot to love
spiderwebs in the golden hour
flowers tucked behind the ear
watching my breath in clouds at night
the word cool sounds so soft and easy whenever I say it
I wear it like a bruise on my neck