By Paul Mullen
we pull the metaphors from one another’s
lips like string spaghetti
it’s tuesday evening again
the swelling in my groin
is not for you / i think you know it
but you take me
inside you
whole
in an almost pleasant way
the top you got
for your birthday (from someone
who mattered)
hiked up
i take more than half the duvet
despite the cold
i’ve taken
more than half of everything
ever since
faces hanging on the wall
roof of the 432 park ave i whisper
recalling the girl
who took the tickets
her amazing teeth
Paul Robert Mullen is a poet, musician and sociable loner from Liverpool, U.K. He has three published poetry collections: curse this blue raincoat (2017), testimony (2018), and 35 (2018). He also enjoys paperbacks with broken spines, and all things minimalist.
@mushyprm35
