//of Sharon//

(She smells like) pheromones and coconut oil;

if she takes me to her wall

I will absolutely weep.


Before I get there

I need to watch her shoulder blades pin

one more time.

I need to kiss them,

to make them holy;

even if only for me.


She’s the only Catholic guilt

that I never want to rid.

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