Written by Kurn Sundaram
our fingers / brushing
across your skin— tense at
first, elegizing at last / names
at the vigil slurred & smudged / little
fingerprints in their places / nameless
nobodies— the tombstone quick
in its erosion / quick, till it’s all rock & none
body— none human, quick / our palms across
your hunched torso / two twins, collapsing in
this divine embrace / each, eager to bury the
other— two morticians for all things
unremembered.
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