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I'm in a shape

a scaffolding of my old mind

just the lattice

the before is worn and fogged

my body must be a new one.

my body became you or, you became from me?

expanses of time in between that used to be mine

now your wanting, wondering eyes and searching hands 

I can't keep up with you

fixed weighty ache in my hips

slung shoulder, holding you

the next thing, the next thing

all of us in bed by 8 if we know what's good

you fling your tiny body away and then

land safe on my chest, for a breath

I would drown in the deep syrup sweetness

where do I begin to look for the scraps of myself? 

what are the materials I can use to weave them together?

I could pick them up off the ground, just around here outside the house

a thread I pulled from your mouth, 

sharp stone in your hand

and then rest when you sleep