In sleep,
the magnets
pulling from each of our centers
break two ribs,
tear open the flesh
outlining our hearts,
wanting out.
The arm that found the breast
to press into,
the hand that cupped
the chin,
the cold foot grazing the calf
my hip, your stomach.
(Your hands held
her face as she dreamt,
of chasing children
naming them after you;
You kissed her
open mouthed,
her eyes closed.)
You can't tell
the difference anymore.
You whisper her name
touching your lips
to my cheek.
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