the only
thing
we ever
got right
was touching
each other.
—
do not
reverberate
off
skull walls
[playfully
poking me,
grabbing
my hips,
pulling
me
into you]
—
do not
speak in
our
voice,
use
our
mannerisms.
i see
you still
wear them;
stretching
them
across
your face
for
someone
else.
—
your voice,
a
bird-whistle;
you fill
any
room with
ear-shattering
sound.
i leave
because
you
make
-everything-
too crowded,
and
every move
of mine
a tactic
to run
into you.
—
