At Least

My back blooms violets from the spine –
I press them while I sleep
between the mattress and me,
and wake up smelling of sweet rot and memories.
How was I to know your name would grow so heavy
my teeth would crack, or my tongue would rattle?
How was I to know my mouth would fill with blood
just from kissing you?
Please,
I want the truth, or if not the truth,
at least something beautiful this time.

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