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recklessromances:

in the Cadillac that is no longer real or even mine,
the old dog sinks its teeth into my neck
and i recall the punch of desperation.

in the body that is no longer,
i create a new body and name it
The Shape Of Your Palm When You Reach For Me
and it does not like that name. it smells
too much like Cadillacs and
chasing down anyone to ask if they’re yours.

Draw The Shape Of This Tremor , this one right here,
and feel my mouth against my other mouth’s ghost.
i ask the dog its name and it wags its tail,
almost to say

Smile The Way You Can

but i still haven’t.

tomorrow or maybe the next day,
i extract a tooth from the right side of my neck and reach it toward your palm:

Whose Tooth Is This?
Whose Pain Is This?

after all this time, you hope to finally taste my skin, its salt, its smile.
not lovingly but not quite in a hurry,
i place the tooth at the base of your middle finger and drive away.