It's when we're all apart
That I begin to lose control of my body
Swallowing lemon juice by the jersey shore -
Things have been worse

Mostly, I long for that physical closeness
To hold a jaw in my hands, careful not to shatter it

And don't get me wrong -
I've seen photographs of myself
The way I live with my shoulders pinned to my ears
As to block out the irreparable chatter of finites and hydrangeas
Like the world has never seen your hair peak through closet dirt