from bed, straddling relationships

i tried to call

a history of numbers jumbled together

threes and sixes, twos and zeroes

when was the last time we spoke?

you were living in your mother’s house?

then you left for a new time zone, an area code i couldn’t figure out

geography, distance, roads and mountains to pass





grab an atlas

hold the weight of this relationship

and make the first move

so i can sense you wish and want me to be well

i once held our blood, blending a single type from the same source

locked fingers dripping

can we relinquish our start?

pick the winners

move on with measured distractions

galvanized by a series of friends and foes

or alone

let me know

i’ll dress for the occasion

all black

i wish you would have made contact

before lying down

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