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Dear Mr. Married

I’m not quite sure what we are negotiating –
more that you are kissing me, and I have not moved
my mouth.

Good practice for when your soul gets up and leaves your skin
like laundry at the train station.
Mr. married, you magnet kissed me.

I wish I did not enjoy the moving of your eyelids
like little washing machines,
turning round want washing.

Actually, this is boring. You are kissing me.
I have not moved my mouth,
I am staring at the ceiling and you are sleeping.

When you leave, turn on the forgetting