my heart like
a split end.
trim it away
with the fat of memory.
throw it
and watch that arc
as if of your hair.
it wasn't you,
lover, that crawled out
into day.
white skin pimpled with shock
beneath a blue sky.
as if i stripped you even of skin
and wore you,
huddled
within.
in the sanity of moonlight
moonlight dripping with memory.
i draw a zinc-white thumb
across a lip
and wait for the night
to dry.
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