Where I Leave You

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Remembering this: the sadness of a straight line, or lines that mean things against my body. What I draw in my abdomen, what I learn to be the thing that separates us. The love in a circumference, holding your face in my palms when I know it is the last time I will see you, and your face suddenly becoming a map of my worlds.

Read the rest of the poem, part of POEMS AGAINST BORDERS, via The Missing Slate.

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