Noah David Roberts

I Love It All

At night she kisses my wrist
where there used to be a dagger
trailing along the skin of a snail,
I thought I saw you downtown, 
the girl I loved. 

A friend of mine
tried to die by suicide,
thirty blue pills on the tongue resting,
a tongue which never touched mine.

Tonight I am at a party
in West Philadelphia
with a woman I used to
deeply share a love with.
We are sharing a drink
in a stranger’s kitchen.

I watched another woman
the night before remove
all of her clothing and say
I want you to fuck me.

There are too many main characters 
in this story.

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