you curled your body on its
haunches, on the sofa, on your feet,
bare and grabbing at my toes, nosing
my knees as though you'd fetch
whatever i dared to throw.

your brown face splits in a
toothy horizon, then


ruby in the sand,

you say
let's take naked pictures,


when you were little the neighbour's daughter
used to touch you in the dark


he poured gasoline in your hair
on the stairs, on cocaine, honestly,
and the snow snarled at your feet
for ten blocks when you ran like a rabbit
in the night.

sometimes i swear
i made you all up in my mind.

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