we speak of space so space speak
holes in a waiting ground
split difference in an atom
or the distance at any time between our skins
pick a day soon and ask me what I want to do
pick a night when I’m myself and I’ll only bring the tips of my fingers
why were you out collecting rocks by the train tracks
when I woke up you asked me what I’d been saying
I acted like I didn’t know what you were talking about
I was saying don’t, please don’t. oh god, don’t.
my head squeezes into shape
vice grips
thongs for picking cotton
or removing babies from the womb
a tightening of the almost done with myself for now
my head will wonder what comes next
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