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quietly i come back
shed the mickeys and paint and spliffs and sex and smell of someone elses
skin and so much
movement quietly
i come back
quietly i lay down
upon the infinite number of days
my soul has spent
meditating upon you
inviting you
inside of me learning the chords
you play automatically
when you pick up the guitar i will always
come back
quietly
to write this poem
tuck it into the million soft words
i have birthed you
forgetting the movement of my legs on berkeley streets and
the grocery store i bought cinnamon almonds at and
the afro of the boy i loved to kiss so hard and tonight i will
breathe in the air inside the hallways
of my empty house
crack open old notebooks and feel you
haunting the other side
of my skin
that can't be touched
sleeping in cacophony in the
small of my back in my
eardrums i will come quietly back
to these words
yesterday
and the thousand years it will take me
to forget you
