'…Elite oblivion teens make rich poems…'
say: for our last outing
to Bars never before had we laughed
got drunk gripping tight
to the joke, it rained
smoke rings, jazz music, hedonism.
was hunger under silver cloches
this, a warm spell astounds
surely you muffled then:
“I just wanna cut and paste you
hold you, smell you, taste of you
is difficult to die
when you have a kind of gunk. Malignant.”
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more, from Rushda Rafeek’s ‘Anonymous Asked: What Is Dating Like in Sri Lanka? And For You?’