your body is my memory of slender

limbs i cannot quite place

but know intimately like i bathed you dressed you fed you

like you wriggled in me to me with me

all the years i knew you like you were mine

but not mine

like you only ever laughed when i was near

as if fear would never find you for as long as you lived or died with me

like you were eternally happy

like you only knew play

and never knew hunger or blood or ridicule

like all your scars were angel bruises

and your broken places slid shut all healed

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