she observes her lover
as though through a microscope
scientifically
noting the details:
he's grown a cowlick
and three small folds of fat where he bends
and another bike chain bracelet
he's sprouted parts that dismiss her
and parts that cling
tonight he bit her
peppering her limbs with marks
that faded the next moment
she escaped herself and returned
with a soulsmack
she'd been trying to absorb him
hindered by his wholeness
she'd been trying to mix
like two colors of paint
because so often he is new
and it is easier to change herself
than to stumble upon him
changed
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