How much I miss you
Is by strangling phone lines,
Swerving across yellow lines,
Writing inedible poems,
Feeding flakes to a mourning fish,
Gears shattering in the stomach,
Bells clanging in the light head,
Walking trenches around the house,
Waiting for you to come sleeping,
Wishing every sweat-soaked minute
Of every candle of a day
That I had met you
Even sooner.
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