My head is a Molotov cocktail, so
drink in my veins, I'm flammable
You never strike the match.
We are hot with incendiary deception,
too late for three shots of lighter fluid
explosion behind my skull to blow
but this is a peaceful detonation.
You come in past dawn.
Throw me before we explode.
Aimee Lamoureux is a poet living in New York. This is her first published work.
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