
I can’t stop moving
And I think about how
on a molecular level
We are always shifting
Looking through microscope lenses
I see how one small touch changes everything
Our atoms coalesce and separate
A thousand times
In one brush of your finger on my thigh
The second we begin, we end
We don’t connect, just collide
-Freudian Slip-
Her name
Is the best way
To remind me
Of my place
-An apology to the girlfriends-
You went to bed alone
Because he was in mine
But I always send them back;
I am no one’s home.
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