On my chest--your cheek, your teeth.

I watch your fringe,
and feel you
sleep. I hold you while you cover me.
Your mouth left
a mark on my collar like you said,
"I'm here
to scrape the bone of your ghost
in the breath I leave."

NEW JOURNAL.

just for my writing (scribbling, doodling, poems, prose).
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