What Are All These Poem by Janine Alyssa Navarro

what are all these pink things
they run around like little pests
hiding even if they’re always seen
look me in the eyes, don’t dare blink;
let me catch a bit of your smokes
as they succumb to their own element
of loss, love and a leech’s limerick,
I get high with your sweet denial
I was telephoned one time by control
ashamed were you to our crib
but you aren’t alone in this shedding,
you promised me several nights
even if I knew you already sold them
wrap yourself around me, you filth
I’m infinitely devoid of righteous roses