when we are lying close
the slow words are
released from your mouth
vapid and wilted
they slither prudently
into my right ear
you are in our bed
and you are elsewhere
a reverse life, flickering
beneath closed eyelids
your hands clutch
the blankets twisted
around my body
but you are grasping for
your own heart
© 1.4.13 heather brager
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