(what are you waiting for?)

Me: "Well  in five years if we're both still single, we should get married so you can get American citizenship."

Him:  "That's a good idea, thanks Amy"

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my shoulderblades have

sharpened

then softened

now the most reckless

of vulnerabilities

I have 

broken-glass battle scars

from

dancing barefoot in dirty streets

drunk off the

wind in my veins

since the day I 

killed the past with

sunlight