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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.