intimacy

your toothbrush next to mine

encased in red plastic

lest I mistake it for my own

our sweaters hanging

like old friends

on the same peg

our jeans and socks

comingled on the floor

our limbs enlaced

like branches molded by the wind

 

(orginally published in egg magazine)

 

 

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