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Hands Like Snow

I breathe in parts
and you
will not leave
me alone.

I remember your breath
was hot in me.

Now strands of your hair split
the night sky
and make my windows
shake,
I find myself there,
in the distance
between

that tail light, that tail light,
that tail light.

 

 

 

~ First published in The Bitter Oleander, Vol. 10; No. 2