Recipe/Ransom Note, by Julia Horwitz

Poetry for Beautiful Losers

window closed
its lips
and you walked in

(silence, dust, powdered sugar, cinnamon, tbsp. of warm milk)

brand new freckle
push-pinned into my neck

Suddenly, I could fall
asleep in the back seat
feel clean
just by licking
each of your fingers

I swore
I’d never need

to read another menu

I’ll have the regular, honeybee

window opened
its lips
(cayenne pepper, fingernails, me, push-pinned to your bedroom wall)

innocent flame
tucked into birthday cake
one nudge away
from catching table cloth

catching hem
of y(our) yellow dress

setting the house on fire

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