let’s go back to being strangers
where we don’t stand too close to each other’s shadow
you can ask how I feel about the weather
or play my favorite song– curious which piece resonates with me,
without truly knowing

Lets forget the spelling our each others last names
like I haven’t imagined your name encompassing mine in matrimony
until the blood runs dry
and you cant hear me weeping

your hands have not been taught to hold delicately
which is where I find myself
forced to fall asleep, without touch
against your cactus garden

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