Arturo and I

Arturo and I are going to live forever. This relationship could never work but it helps that he’s dead.

I probably would have thought he’s a dick and he’d call me a self indulgent bitch on some empty car park in Bunker Hill. But I know him because his words smell of my skin and there is something about his poetry that strips the dick and the booze and the whores off and makes two of us. Arturo and I are going to live forever because he takes my madness away and makes it all ok.

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