My lover puts up with my body, I take up too much of the bed. Who is your lover she says and my lover she says I’m uncanny today! Let’s arrive more slowly I say, a ghost, swapping ourselves with ourselves, and she says do you really want to be in my body my blood sugar is driving me crazy. She says lover, night eats your feathers one by one, and we hear the laments of hummingbirds in our sleep. When we wake up all we’re left with are our bodies. I tell my lover I’m lucky when I wake up I get to have two bodies, and she says that’s not why you take up too much of the bed.
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Read it three times. So bloody good.