when she touches me
it feels like hands sifting through garbage
looking for something misplaced
maybe a phone number
maybe a photograph
thrown away
in the heat of an upset
i could kiss her fingers
as they go fluttering by
making roses bloom
and chickadees sing
undoubtedly
on days unlike today
flies encircle me
like planets orbiting
collapsed stars
i am my dead center
shriveled and blackened at the heart
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