My jaw will dislocate
like your mind did from your heart.
I chew gum like you chew tobacco,
the ironies glaring in the darkness of midnight.
I am blinded.
Quick, replay, restart, rewind.
The whirring of our souls as we
return
through histories unlived.
The little boy holding the little girl’s hand for the first time,
and you said ‘I do’ in the sandpit, and I cried at the altar.
I have dislocated my spine from my mind:
I am all inaction, and no
action
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