i made a chalk drawing of your face
and I drew it all wild
like you
wanted it to be
i wet my finger and slid it through
the pavement
streaking
your lips
your eyes
your flesh
I wrote a letter to your insides
and asked them
how could they be
so stoic
when they are made of water
so broken
when they are linked by veins
so scared
when the earth pulsates with them
you answered
with research from your mind
a studious collection
of memories
that sorted your
bodily feelings
into
grey filing cabinets
grey
filing
cabinets
you forgot to
bring a pen
so you could label
me.
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