lies in this arrangement of stress and release,
in the awareness of being
just under the surface.
Not exactly present
in the bright light of the day
but beneath the kin of memory,
easily drawn up to flesh,
to oxygen, to breath.
A feeling, then.
A mild pressure in the mid brain
that runs down the cerebral cortex
where it lies, heavy,
the weight of your ribs against mine,
the weight of what we were,
the skeletal effects of after,
of now.
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