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this is what I will spend my time on:

drawing conclusions about you

writing them into your laugh lines with my thumb and forefinger

cleaning my teeth in the reflection of my dinner spoon

carrying the weight of this whole thing under my shoulder blades,

calling it wings,

then preening my kitchen knife feathers

telling you stories, about the last of the honeybees,

the owls that bite, and keeping one eye on your mouth

leaving my headphones on,

leaving the curtains twisted around my ankles,

leaving yesterday stuck between my teeth and I can see it

when I check my reflection in my dinner spoon

wondering if you can taste it, too

throwing out the coffee

planting jasmine in your backyard without telling you

burning rose petals at night

combing the ashes through your hair

letting them wash us both in gray and blush

drawing conclusions about myself

drawing circles of you in my laugh lines

rubbing sugar into the bed sheets, letting it scrape

letting my my hands shake until they stop

letting the time spend

until it stops