i can't get rid of you
even as i scour the pan in the sink you're there
telling me how i shouldn't use the steel wool
not little loved, the notes you left me
the drawings and poetry and ten-page letters
i got each time i left
old cigarettes crumbled into the pile
patch on my arm
bruises on my legs
i burn the ashes in my backyard
and i cense my entire body - this body,
one you have never touched
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