I remember
with startling clarity
not the words
but the spirit,
the scent
the essence
the presence
of the things you said
at 1 am
I remember the words flying out
wrapping around my arms
snaking around my waist
I remember the fingers
of the things you said
gribbing into my flesh,
burying their teeth into my skin
You have forgotten
as soon as the words left your lips
you forgot
But I remember
the things you said at 1 am
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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