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I can taste

Last winter on my teeth

(tobacco phlegm

and something sweet)

I’m coming to terms with the fact

That I’ll always be in two places at once.

My here and now is never fully right here, right now.

Like a phantom limb, I feel you crawling under my skin-

Hands balled into fists, muscles in fits

Spasms and contractions and half moon

Nail marks brand my palm and

Now I’m calm.

Sour tongues licking salty sweat

I die a thousand little deaths

Eyelashes glued with sleep, knuckle deep

My body is both soft and hard

Soft and hard

I can hear

The answers

To those questions whispered

Between our limbs, kissed

Onto eyelids and thin

Skinned

Extremities. Answer me-

You love me as if I’ll forget.

All I do

Is remember.