Birthmarks in the cedar
This used to be our bed
The wood remembers where it was
Who it used to be
I still know how it all felt
My body can’t forget
My mind won’t let go
But my hand releases the sheets
You should be on that side
On my side
You belong here
Counting birthmarks with me
You have 3
Me 4
I know all of the structure’s nicks
But since it’s been a while since you’ve slept here
I assume you do too
“Good fences make good neighbors”
-Robert Frost, “Mending Wall”
they make for good …
… neighbors
… professionals
… friends
… family
… human beings
… lovers
… random thought #238974 …
maybe there is life elsewhere in our universe.
they are simply content in their lives and world, perhaps even grateful,
and don’t think an excursion to Almighty Earth
would make for a pleasant escape
you know, given the ways of humans
and how we spend our days.
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