by Jasmine Simone

memories of triangular altitudes. 
she was leaning against pained
skin like a black woman stricken
with leukemia once again,

like the pulsing
skin of a junkie
on main street 
or lovers synching 
into sounds of nectar.

tangerine is what she called it.

Tangerine by Jasmine Simone

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