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life support MAG
chiaroscuro you press your hands against me
fiery and acrid and silent and still
we never breathe while we’re together, so
once you leave I gasp freedom through
the holes in my chest
wonder when your eyes stopped
transfixing me
[even the lashes,
even the ashes]
shut the window; draw all the curtains
dam up the cracks in the walls against the winter that already burns in my blood
but forgive me; I need to pick up the phone
you’re on the line again.
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