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"Bar Napkin Sonnet #22

(I want to fall in love, but not forever.
Is that the truth, or am I still confused
where love’s concerned? Or am I simply used
to Solitary broken by Whoever
looks interested or interesting? Never
quite thought of it that way. What is the juice
that drives the flower, forces green the fuse
that sparks in me—what? Last night, with my lover,
I almost dropped the L word. O confusion!
He gathered up my hair the way they do
when habit seems like love. On top of him
I swear I found some new type of orgasm.
I’ve swallowed almost anything, but do
you think it’s good to swallow I love you?)" 


— Moira Egan, “Bar Napkin Sonnet #22” (via words-in-lines)

(Source: thebestamericanpoetry.typepad.com, via words-in-lines)

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