the things that are left
behind right
under the bed
sheets, crumpled
you left me at two
in the afternoon
I left him at two
in the morning
broken teeth, broken
kissing crack-lipped mouths
not well, but
fast. hard and
fast like I’d hold you
if you let me, I’d love
you left
your hairs behind
and so the cycle
goes, whiskers grow
from dying cheeks to
feel
to feel, to
feel just any
thing
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