| Before | Bliss | 
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				| It’s the way you curl your tongue
 for my eyes—
 I’m lost in you;
 your spit on
 my mouth...
 | savor the lollipop and smile
 digital bliss.
 I can almost taste
 the screen—
 radiant.
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			is a twenty-two-year-old neurodivergent writer from Tracy California. He will attend the MFA program in Creative Writing, Poetry at California State University, Long Beach in Fall 2020. His poems and stories have appeared or are forthcoming in Drunk Monkeys, Cathexis Northwest Press, Running Wild Press, Origami Poems Project, and elsewhere.