Carriage
How can you bear it?
All the knowing, the feeling
under your too-thin skin?
How can you not break?
All that past, that history
Pressing on your bony shoulders?
How can you?
Diagonal
When you are gone.
I stretch
legs, arms, hair
sprawling. You are gone.
I stretch
to fill the empty bed
the spaces
where you aren't.
Where your arms, legs, hair
should be
sprawling.
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