There are reasons
we eat over placemats
with lightweight silverware.
I need a knife that can cut
for me. I don't trust myself with
anything but pencils.
I open my mouth too fast
out loud and on paper, I say
your name; I will say it until I own it.
For tonight, I slipped a chapstick
into one of my zipper pockets
and forgot about it.
You're jotted on my
paper calendar; Now I will remember what we did
to each other every day, everyday.
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