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Lately you are partial to cemeteries
Stacks of papyrus and fists full of charcoal
you trace our names from one end of the fence to the next
Slide them under my door as if to say
We have tried this in past lives
we failed every time

You have a mouth like a shovel
I am thumbing the yellow pages for gravediggers and morticians
to embalm me full of forgetfulness
and place me in an unmarked grave
Next time we will start with an open casket

You can wear your Friday night dance club skirt
or Saturday with the family sundress
Arms crossed, cold to the touch
Beware

When loveseats feel like hearses
We make headstones when we hold hands
Dig our way out to scatter our phalanges on the ground
and read our hexed fortunes
over each other’s plot like those things only said after the fact

Every day with you was the last hour of the year
and I made resolutions against the nape of your elbows
Took every shot you pass to me
So that come midnight I forgot all those helium promises
And remembered what it was like to be a mistake with you for the first time again

Let us be introduced with last rites
and hope the eulogies are short
They will need something else to say soon