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3.8.2017

 

 

 

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What I

wish I could tell

you is

I miss every part

I'm wearing

Headphones listening to

Alabama shakes. I

can hear the

violin I'm

Listening to

Every part . 

 

I miss how

you

touching

you your

touch

responds to

me Folding

oragami

spinning out like

coffee and

your wrist

slung over

 

I miss

kissing

you so

much.

I miss

hearing

your voice when

you sing or

talk or say

goodnight or say

good morning or

don't say anything—

I miss your eyes

Profanely 

 

I miss

getting lost in

sunset sleeps as

golden light

weeps and

limbs outstretch

rippling through

white wind

current that's

warm like it was

back

in your mamas

womb

 

I hurt like

electric

guitar.

I

miss you like

I'd miss the

sky

if I woke

without

it. Like

I'd need it. Like

coq au vin

needs

salt like addiction 

demands

drug. My

hands in

water praying

with aspersions. Like

reputation misses

righteousness. Like

nostalgia misses

may.

Like emailing

back and forth Then

not emailing

for a couple days

 

Like my grandpa

still

cries

 

I want to cut

myself open to

see blood—to

make sure it's

still there—

shriveled

and hollowed by

ex rays that

search for the

swingingbluesyrhythmfluid

that filled me

up. Like

half full is

fully gone. A

lie. The

blood is dry. A

flower misses

water like

life misses

sun. A

son

misses father

and you

were my

sun.

 

I think of

you I

melt into your

flesh like

homemade dough and

holidays. The

air between

your hair- my

fingers- I can

feel your

hair between my

fingers- I can

feel it- And I can

feel it but it's

not really

there. Someone

punched the

convexities out of

 

All that passion

All that blood

 

And I miss your face like a little pug. 

 

 

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