I’m always thinking of last year, yesterday, crooked sentimentality
For something I never bothered to appreciate at the time, or,
Something you didn’t. When time kept gaping like a jaw
For instance, breath curtailing a heartbeat for my sake
Maybe the first time you noticed or maybe the first
Time you thought it out loud. I was thinking
Of you early in the morning, thinking of your
Fingernails in the hours before the rosary
Opened into my palm though I am not
Religious, and the Hail Mary clings
Limply to my teeth; before the
Walls swallowed me in my
Own silvery light. Whose
aura is this? Whose favo
Rite mouth and dark
Jacket? Too engulf
Ing. I’ll never b
Other to think
About it
Again
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