Bengal- original poetry

i slept on dead furniture.
the woodwork was soggy and bleached.
i remember then, your body branded
in starry metals. covered in brackets.

a cathead rolls
onto my lap. it purrs and scratches
and waits for me.

the smell of burnt coffee
crawls over my skin
like a million centipides

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