warm.

it’s so warm in the
centre, the dark,
of night that each strand
of my hair feels wet
against my
neck

a follicle his mouth
pretended not to taste,
and sharply, like
a spoon you snapped
in half, dropped for
jagged edges, the
morning folds around
my shoulders and
is cold

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