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

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

we, two indolent house cats:
striped with ribbons of each other;
soft paws and
scratching at each other’s scabs
to remember how to



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