the clock is weightless in my attention
I write to you you seem to care
your clock moves you from one spot
to the next
it is no longer celestial time
in you it becomes dimensional
fractured time
duration
he once asked you
-how long did we fuck-
and you knew
-almost eight minutes-
dressing as you spoke rushing
around the shifted bed
take some time to write me back
my letter ended
yesterday on my phone
your apology
in so many words.
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