Telepathy written by Robbie Masso at



written by: Robbie Masso



Our minds are helping each other
write the same book
with permanent ink –
one in first-person,
one in third.

Her promise ring keeps falling
off of her crossed fingers.

Mosquitoes are resting on my skin,
waiting for my permission,
but I keep swatting them away
instead of giving them my lust-filled blood.

The letters that make up her name
can be rearranged to make mine –

Is that why I’m forcing
my mind to complete our book?

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