A Stubborn Absence

I can strip his name from my mouth

Scrape the sound from my tongue

Break my teeth

And leave no room for echo


Or shave his scent from my skin

Lift him from between my joints

My legs

My knuckles


Or pull his hands from my neck

Pry his grip from my back

Hold my breath

And pray he stops breathing down my throat


I can rip out what he left in my bones

Toil over every scrap

And still

Feel him here



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