You wondered
why I was able to lay so still-
so precariously nestled between
the edge of your mattress and the wall
and so cold, and so gray
like the wall, in the light
like I might-
but I didn't.
I didn't make myself the wall.
I couldn't speak then
but if I did, I might have said
something about my baker's dozen
thoratic spine, the heart
that reeled and shrank back in its cage
until it was vertebrae-
no space to move
and no will to explain-
I wondered
how you were able to climb into that twin bed
without touching me-
without touching me at all.
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