The Astrology of Running Into Your Exes

Cigarette ashes grow
from tongues, curl around
gums and gullets.

As the beer bottle empties,
it will remind you of her hand,
his stare.

When the beer bottle smacks
the wall adjacent to a trash can,
do not study the constellation
of brown glass, do not say
‘It sounds just like you.’

by J. Bradley

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