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Fungiform Papillae
I.
It is easy to write about
burning desire
easy to write about
the taste of hellfire
It is harder,
my love,
to write about the way that I love you
What can I say
that does not understate,
love poems are tricky
because you are too much for words
II.
She's emerging -
as if from a dream
Just waking up from a brief fantasy
the kind of dream where
Icarus kisses the sun
without falling to the sea
and children who believe in
flower power and gumdrop rains
stay flowers forever and never grow up
She's waking up,
phantom kisses still tracing down her skin
She's waking up,
phantom kisses turning into phantom pains
as the realization sinks in
she's never been the best at goodbyes
so she'll hold onto phantom kisses
because it's better than farewell
and someday soon your lips will feel solid again
III.
In another universe,
the day is always at dusk,
the sky is always pink and blue
and I met you briefly in the street
walking home from school at seven years old
I show you my skinned knees proudly
hug you quickly
and we never meet again
In the next one over
flowers grow on purple clouds
and I grew up next to the
cornfields and the wooded creeks
I dye my hair blue in eighth grade
and you kiss me the summer before high school
we say we'll stay the same
all of high school
but my friends don't like you
and neither of us learned
how to stand up for ourselves
In every universe,
we find each other somehow
there is no reality in which
my hands do not find some way to touch yours
IV.
Before I was mine,
I was yours
and before I was yours
I was no one's
You were the first to look at me
and say Let's slip you into something more comfortable
Like your arms
Like my own skin
City of two hundred sixty five
thousand people
City of one hundred and six
thousand houses
and yours is the place
when my mind went blank
and I didn't feel safe
Because I was yours before I could be mine
V.
How do you remember all that?
It's your left thumb
I always forget
I always remember
Lunch is third period on two-hour delays
I always forget
I always remember
two brothers and two sisters
I always forget
I always remember
How do you forget?
I'd like to learn to remember
I'd like to be allowed to forget
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