you, thorn in the ribs
absorbed in the fascia,
sharp in the aftermath,
dull once
picked,
grew up my spine,
tickled without bloodshed,
left a detritus.

me, sinks into your elbow,
lips a bobbing knife:
patient and slow,
dull but steady,
cutting deep,
patient,
learning the swerve
of each
artery.

we, two indolent house cats.
striped with ribbons of each other.
soft paws,
voracious,
scratching at each other’s scabs
to remember how to
hunt.

“us”

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