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TO YOUR HAND IN MY HAIR
It doesn’t go there
A sugared violet

thumbtacked to
the headboard in
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a room with all
three windows open

I try to think
of novel ways to join

our lives together
I should stop knowing

that you’ll know
Someday you won’t

if it’s raining
It might as well be where

all the worlds
you can’t imagine

how long I have
been lying

here wondering
where I stand

in the line of
people you could

invite onto
your lifeboat

TO OUR COFFINS

if I speak to you
to you I dedicate

my life in
that moment

that’s just
how I go

don’t you know
that’s what I have

been doing this
whole second

you have spent
with me this

whole moment in
which I’ve been

becoming light
beneath your

eyes and yours
has spilled into

mine to prove
neither was

poison in
apocrypha

if I speak
to me what

am I saying
if I speak

to me to me
​I dedicate
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