Give me your arm
under my cheek
above my heart
below waves of shimmering heat
and memories
summer popsicles
screaming babies
broken cars
dusty feet
ruined lists of things to do,
checked off or forgotten
beside a round dish of wishes and water
left like an offering
for the past, behind us,
hungry, lingering, leaving
and the cat, soft and curious,
demanding breakfast
I will give you my cheek
soft against a hard place where you were
alone
and pretending that you
weren’t waiting
for me
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