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I think of you

A collapsing star

Your pain like the day the world began

So powerful

Your mind like

The day it will end

Scalding pure.

My heart is like a furnace tonight

Blue white

And my bones are full of rainwater

Cold now

But heating up

Shame

For all my shrieking

I am whole

Like an egg

Uncracked

I do not think anything

Grows

In here

But the shell

Is smooth

And that seems to count for something.

Still

I am buried

And the soil above me

Churns—

The skitterings of beetles

Something with wings that whir.

I grip the door frame

That dark mouth

And wonder if I am coming to life

Or leaving it

I am iron

A tea kettle starting to boil

It sings and screams

And hisses out a thread of steam.

The burns slide up my arms like little snakes.

And yet you are here

Still

Here like a sun

Calling the blood in my veins

And it answers

Pounding—

It would rather be with you than me.

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