CAMILLE FERGUSON
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SONNET FOR FEEL GOOD
The oil-slicked seagulls have moved to my head, & they’re flocked behind my eyes—if you look close you can see them, inverted, behind my pupils. As you do this, know the ringing in my ears is a siren. I’ve kicked all my addictions save you, but do I have to? Come here, let’s lie under the bed, let’s leave the past in a box & stay busy in each other’s eyes. I don’t want to be what’s happened to me, but the birds are sticky, getting stuck & twisted to my veins. Please, tell one person my name. Don’t attach addict to the end of it. Let’s fuck away our ghosts. If you scream loud enough they can’t haunt us.
Santa Fe Literary Review
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