Mysteryons xix

Last night the tiger in your shoulder
crawled down your arm
and curled upon
your wrist.

You use stickers for band-aids.
It’s a better seal
you say.

Like all the promises
you never
kept.

You, the king of cups,
dying of a broken
heart.

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