~the direction ink fades
I wonder if he'll search
for me
the way he does himself
turn pockets inside
out
for a lost identity
lift the curve of my
shadow from the mattress
and discover that
emptiness finds itself
deep in creases
spent in dark rooms
he won't see me there
I'm wrapped up
buried
inside a word
that he can't pronounce
but if he dissects it
spreads it out
in front of him
maybe he would realize
how every letter
spells his name
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