on fingertips

I wonder what it’s like to
Lurch
from one wreck to another-
so I face the mirror and look.
Twice ruined. And you’re my
trinity.

I lose
all the names
Ill count on fingertips
As I crawl
for more,
in and out of hearts
(and beds).
Their more is less
than your less.

No one speaks with
your scratchiness, and
The marks they made
Fade-
like they too quickly run away
from my skin.
I trace those places you touched;
the scars that left me in darkness.

You expanded my consciousness
So I could sense you everywhere.
And I do–
Everywhere.

(but here.)

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