all these discarded (or lost)
objects
thrown together in a slam
of nature’s obvious metaphor.
it’s ironic, clearly.
they all fit, so perfectly.
a muddled, jigsaw
and i am there just to hold and
capture the smash (crush/heartbreak/clingingtogetherimaginingyoureknowingyourebeingpulledapart)
breathe in.
oh
oh
oh my guts.
oh my eyelids
oh your singular freckles
oh my collarbones
oh our humidity
suppress a million arms
they cannot remember the old mistakes
you are not a being of any people
you
are
(grabbingholdingtouchingcloserclosercloser)
breathe in.

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