Monday, August 6, 2012


on a single bed
blue fitted sheet

we tunafish our slick knees together
and i math the heat in my head until it reads
104 degrees fahrenheit in small sweat numbers
against your neck.

you make a pillow from an inside out sleeping bag
and i swoon
at the way you roll your wrists
or your zipperside in origami fold.

i hold you by the hips until we are squares.
you call me soon like you know me by name.

and when my mouth is moving around words i can't remember long enough to thread together with periods
you tell me
what i am most afraid to hear.

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