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me, with a headache
this bed, with its springs
this heart, with its beating
you, with me
how we make it work
I do not know
it’s all so careful
so treading water
so careful you must not
breathe too loudly
or else we might
cease breathing at all
how careful we must be
not to die
me, with this head made of heart
and this heart falling apart
in this bed
and you
with me
breathing so
carefully
I don’t know how
we do it.

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