1. God cheated when he stenciled in
the outline of my bee stung lips with a shaky hand
as he penciled in anaphylactic shock and uncertainty
because I am allergic to the way your lips assault my skin.
2. Your red-fern eyelashes are infected by napalm
that sings lullabies to the ground before tucking it in.
The remnants of pesticides flutter weakly
between our butterfly kisses.
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