is my devotion too much for you?
a convent’s walls couldn’t hold this in
reverence spilling from the eaves in tendrils and vines
do you think mine eyes cannot fully conceive
the depth of your sin?
loose threads
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Jo McCrory is a writer and artist living in northern California.
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title is a prompt from one of my faves, Alyssa (behindherteeth on IG) cigarettes under starlight
you, me, and our bad habits
create an air of mystery
i float halfway to saturn before
you loop a finger
in the strap of my mary jane
and guide me back to hover
five inches above the ice melt
my lips are a fancy chocolate
and your mouth makes a polite pillow
by the time my toes touch the ground
i’ve melted, melted
loose threads 