Figurine (but i can't draw)

These walls have poor insulation

The heat just won't stay in

It comes out through my fingertips

And the top of my head

So I store it in crevices

A heat-sync hybernation

You were never fond of it

At least you didn't notice

That some bacteria can be good for you

When it ferments

After everything that's still my litmus test

You made my heart pump so quickly

That blood clots don't form nearly fast enough

And when you cut me

A volcano did erupt . . .

Mary

You awoke in me and aimless simplicity

To walk late at night for no apparent reason

And our bodies are poorly built machines

We draw out in figures

We pour salt on our wounds just to feel them

And I have no idea where you are now

I have no idea where you are now

I have no idea where you are now

I have no ideas

No idea

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