Used

I'd grown used
to the love-making with eyes and arms and teeth and legs,
sharing two seperate thoughts, motions,
movements
in friendship.
My friends and I all share a family,
We're allowed to touch, you know?
It's awkward keeping from finger-touching.
Some days even One o'clock
finds your mind wandering and wondering and wounded
simply because
either you're not good enough
or you're just too far away.
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