at least

a poem

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I want to try at least this — to love you.

So I practice living in the hypothetical. The moment before our time runs out. I touch you like the betrayal of my synapses lingers sinister on the horizon.

Emotion’s tongue is so taken with the taste of longing. Addicted to the spice of unrequited desire. Salivating for serotonin after the snake bite.