LIT
Aimee Lamoureux

My head is a Molotov cocktail, so
stuff a rag in my mouth. Enough

drink in my veins, I'm flammable
and you've always got a light.

You never strike the match.
I sleep with my mouth shut.

We are hot with incendiary deception,
but I'm old enough to know it's

too late for three shots of lighter fluid
liquor and let's call it love. Enough

explosion behind my skull to blow
out each window of the soul,

but this is a peaceful detonation.

You come in past dawn.
I'm last night's bottle bomb.

Throw me before we explode.



Aimee Lamoureux is a poet living in New York. This is her first published work.






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