What to Make of the Shape of Your Body in the Bed
       

—its obsolescence the kind that sheds
its leaves come fall, loses what warmth

it should be gaining. A little like the way
I say your name each morning,

a ritual I wish into prayer, wish into
your wristwatch's easy wandering—

yet feel its indifference move
from hand to hand like winter's

repetition, impossible to hold.

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