Too Too

i don’t miss your laughter anymore

turbine jets rumble coronaries

coroners removed these hands that were meant to hold your face

when you cry

i came back to life that night,

the night before i told you there was nothing left to say,

to leave,

that night you broke like a washing machine

all suds no dry seat in the house

i miss how rough your face felt when you went days without showering

cause it’s too cold in chicago

but that’s all

just feeling you was what it was meant for

your insides are too much too much for me

too little light

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