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she used to kiss so hard
my jaw would hurt
and I’d have to kiss
her neck for a break

it took me a long time
to understand the act
of lying beside somebody

I was a clasped locket
a leather strapped trunk
a creek without a mouth

I’m not hanging the past
by its neck to watch
its feet twitch and
the body twirl in
the summer slow breeze

but if you asked her,
she might say differently