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smoke signals

I await you compulsively by call by text by letter by smoke signal but the only smoke comes from me and when I sigh the sound takes shape curving up with a twist like the outline of you that afternoon I was poured into your empty spaces,

and I skim the sky wondering if it meant anything if you felt it deep in your belly later lying next to him if you got closer than you ever have like that before if your skin buzzed from the weight/breath/touch like me,

or if you were just lonely just searching for a captive audience a pocket jester someone who could make you feel alive and keep the lights on in the dark.

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first blood

Twenty-four hours and I feel your absence like a wound; something sharp and sore I run my tongue across(in a dream I run my tongue across--)

like you were ripped from the place on the inside of my lip or from the edge of my nail, frayed worn between my teeth like a talisman or the spot on my thumb (you know the one) that never seems to heal over.

Some things refuse to heal over and it's a nervous habit a compulsion a disorder a disease but nervous habit sounds much cuter, like it's a matter of choice, like I could stop any time.

(I used to think I could stop any time this thing between us but now I'm in so deep I fucked up/I'm sorry/I can't stop)

But it's hot wet red fresh this wound this opening this first blood, and I hope it draws you like a shark.

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kobrafangs

let’s go centaurs!

faces

We meant to take space, but as it turns out the space took us(absence makes the heart grow fonder missing you, desire stronger)don't look too deep for meaning.

(every word we say has two meanings and every meaning has four sides and they say the Torah has seventy faces but shiv'im panim laTorah has nothing and I mean nothing on you)

You spend one afternoon in the sun and freckles appear, and it's funny how you can forget a piece of you exists for so long then suddenly there she is

suddenly there you were soft and tan and smiling so alive/I watched you the entire time/I wonder if you noticed

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crawl spaces

I smell smoke on my fingers and touch my lip,it feels neon, the buzz of you

like when you were buzzed when you flicked your hair in my face,so taken aback that I laughed, and when I left the bar you reached for me, arms widewide like your private smile.

I should have known then,you would never in the open when you knew you'd remember(you contract so cruelly in the sunshine).

We exist only in the dark, in the crawl spaces, where nobody else can see(sometimes not even you).

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drawballa

Sleepy boys 💤

out of orbit

I brave the subject and watch you fold in, like a flower in reverse. your face closes, smooth still water, passive. your eyes are flat.

somehow it doesn’t matter where we are when this happens, where our planets spin relative to each other in orbit, you still

end up

far away

and no matter how close I am, I can't touch you.

(and could I ever? and would you?)

they say everything that has ever been since the beginning of time is exploding outward, planets and galaxies hurtling farther and farther apart into the unknown. (you are the unknown, and the distance, and the spinning, spinning, spinning.)

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enter the shabbat bride

We bless the candles at sundown and around the table, generations of women sweep in the light, then bring up their hands

(I may be obsessed with your hands, delicate twin fawns in the grass soft shaking and I understand Song of Songs now, I do)

to cover their eyes, to hide ourselves from the miracle, to keep the law (and I understand that too, oh I understand how sometimes you have to cover your eyes in the midst of a miracle and pretend and pretend). I peek between my fingers amidst the whispers of holiness around us, and between your fingers you look back.

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looking at the moon

Across the table, you hold your fork at an angle, consider the pasta carefully, carefully, like all things– your hands soft, gentle, like doves, and your movements call to mind the rippled birdsong of early morning, that slow weightedness of waking.

Your lips quirk, the curve of your mouth gentle and downward, rounding your cheeks like the moon (and you hate the comparison to levana but it is the highest compliment I can give when you turn your face towards me and smile), and

I’m not looking, I’m not looking.

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