After meeting you
Probing you dumb
I still have all my fingers
But they numb
You squeezed so tight
Blood stopped
We lost our sight
Our consciousness
You look like something
Read about, on a wall
Pen knifed phone #'s
Mentions at the back
Of highway rest stops
The angel I need beckons,
Craning my neck
Nothing to write on
Etched on my naked thigh
With a dead finger nail
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