if it were only a bone
escaping the captivity of you
i would watch with ease
separating the curls behind my ears
but it's more than a fleeting moment,
it's a brother abandoning
the veins and muscle of you
meant for other worlds
and whiles, it doesn't matter
that it hurts you or changes you
it doesn't have hair on its own
and it doesn't cut its fingers
in the shop on the jigsaw
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