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We argued over the exact names
of things. We argued
over everything. Cock

still moist from you,
you ran from the shower past
tall row of windows.

Paperbacks, spines broken, flat
to the floor. One of us hated
that, don't remember who.

Right angle of light entering
sky. Stars coming clear.
We lay at opposite ends

holding each other. You imitated
eternal drip of faucet.
Stars spread, breeze blew in

curtains, drew them back out.
As was the custom, you falling
to sleep first.

I miss you, I admit. I reread
all your letters. Lick where you
licked along the edge of the envelopes.