Hickies are tied cherry knots

cherries

Your Hickies Look like Marilyn Monroe
by Pattie Flint

The bruises on my chest
this morning,
I do not know where
they came from
but they did not
remain unnoticed.
They are secrets and
picturebooks, written
in night ink on crumpled
damp sheets. In the morning
smeared across bodies,
we do not remember
the stories except as
white noise and dreams.
There is a darkness
in my wrists; I cannot turn
my hands out to receive love,
breaking.

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