There's a black mascara stain
on the pillowcase
and in another case I'd turn it over
but today I rest my face
on it. If I inhale
deep enough she's still there.
I wonder if Hank or Hem
or any of the old boys ever did it
like this, then stop that thought entirely.
It doesn't matter.
It's how I'm doing it.
Far from slaked, but breathing.
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