torn clouds and paper mountains
and my head won't tilt back far enough
my arms will never be strong enough
or long enough
to reach the things I want to hold
Roman bones,
a body that is sun-colored
with skin too hot to touch
sweaty bed, fever face
tracing lines with your fingers
trying to find a place
where I will let you in
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