perched on my heels
sitting in the yellow corner of
someone else's kitchen I'll find
quiet moments to look at your teeth
assess your outfit
chopped visions like
when we were both 14 but at least
six years apart. Why
is every one who is 21
sweeping in to the world with shoulders
straight and teeth so white. I
will continue to assess this SEXTROLOGY
book and
scrape the last noodles off
of a thick take-out plate oh and
you have really nice skin, i
notice. is everyone else noticing
my lack of and someone else is
likely roosting down for bed, feeling so
proud of their tiny daughter who is
not this daughter
born of colliding blood and a formed double helix
we can barely see each other now
through two door frames,
it is just the slight curve of your small foot
and perfect jeans. you sit to finish the puzzle
someone else laid out on their dining room table
long before, colliding,
either of us dared to
exist on this night
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