Fearlessness cracked
into dihedral impossibilities,
in theory never touching
again but knowing
the gaze makes us whole,
takes us whole to gray
skies that wash
in dirty water down
the page, curling the edges
like they can't quite
touch the ground either.
I've never known
myself so fragmentedly,
found in paint
chips layered on bare-
back walls, our naked
arms pressed wide in hide-
away freedom. Keep
ourselves together, but
don't let me touch your
skin and blow away
your ashes. The frantic
weight of starlight creaks
in the windows.
Inches of dust pile across
our open eyes and light
the storm-door break-
away stardom we felt
in the early hours of sun,
left alone with furniture
that lazes around and
leaves none left for our
tiredness.
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