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Mar 2020
bare feet on a
cold bathroom floor or maybe
it was the kitchen
or both

I don't remember exactly my
cheeks were flushed
and you were sort of dancing

Bare ankles and boxers
from the night before
I haven’t brushed my teeth
we ate eggs and toast and you laid
under my armpit i didn’t
have a shirt on

My jewelry is crooked
from pressing my body against yours
my hair is falling out of a knot

Think of the same woman
dancing in the verses above
staring at a windshield
not out of it or through it
but at the rain stained glass

There weren’t clouds in sight
she feels empty
with no words, it’s easier that way

I’d give you my skin
to relieve what your nerves
did to yours
from what others have said or never did
but i don’t think you need it


I hope your rain days
feel the same as summer
mornings and winter afternoons
because mine do

I think you were never not here
your wash rag hangs next to
mine now
in the shower in your favorite color

We have to push my cat
away from scratching us
when we’re kissing in bed

And i’ll keep waking up
early
just for five minutes of
holding you consciously
I’m glued

And because of that
I’ll be late to work
and you’ll bring me my medicine
Because i forgot again

And to make sure
i ate that day
you’ll bring me toast
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