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will i ever know why you decided
to place lenses in the spaces between
my fingers, to reach deep and run talons
over my lungs– just to remind me that
you could claw out my insides if you chose
to. on whimsy. my steps are tallied, a tailgate
placed in the corner of my eye;
almost unforgettable and never out
of sight. i’d tear it out if only it
was my decision to make. i’m sorry that
you unlearned yourself; that somehow tugging
my strings helps you feel less unravelled. i
wish that the eyes you so desire turn to
meet your gaze, that my own might be clear once more.
07.01.2020
