Schema
For Mary Main and Erik Hesse
So we think there is something
inside us that talks
through our talking.
I push you away when I mean
to pull close, feel freest in the either.
Turn just a smidgen
when you come to kiss me.
It’s a broken spirit level, a GPS tuned to a falling
satellite. It traces a face
in the failing light, not your face
not, or not exactly
these fingers.
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