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Luckless I left you, opening
and closing. Opening, empty
hands. A stain spreading out
from your palm, a tacky feeling
in your fingers; a touch
you can't take back.
It's January and the shudder
of warm breath hangs in the
frozen air, sways as I pass,
leans in to whisper things
and dissipates before telling me.
In my room at the end of the world
I feel the beats between things like
a thumb and a smartphone. I am
moments between eyelashes
and sodium, hydrogen, and oxygen.
Water rushes through a pipe
and I put my head against it to listen.
A cat rolls on the carpet in
the sun spot, stretching, furry.
The earth turns under the guise
of moving us, and I wonder where
we will end up when it is done.
and closing. Opening, empty
hands. A stain spreading out
from your palm, a tacky feeling
in your fingers; a touch
you can't take back.
It's January and the shudder
of warm breath hangs in the
frozen air, sways as I pass,
leans in to whisper things
and dissipates before telling me.
In my room at the end of the world
I feel the beats between things like
a thumb and a smartphone. I am
moments between eyelashes
and sodium, hydrogen, and oxygen.
Water rushes through a pipe
and I put my head against it to listen.
A cat rolls on the carpet in
the sun spot, stretching, furry.
The earth turns under the guise
of moving us, and I wonder where
we will end up when it is done.
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I love this bit: a touch
you can't take back.
you can't take back.
The cat in the last stanza feels out of place because it's such a warm image when everything else here seems to be about cold and distance.