100 count

the heat from your body reaches mine even though we are

three bodies apart in this double bed 

this afternoon 

two lines on 100 count cotton

the discussions we have these days make us fall into these sleeps, three bodies apart.

the unconscious mind does not fiddle with the things that make us angry 

so we reach REM sleep and ignore every sign. every dream. 

what is life without comprehension. 

that you must understand first to be understood. 

and yet

everything, including your chocolate chip eyes, is replicable. 

everything, including these moments, are replaceable. 

these pillow covers that kiss our necks and heads

know more than you

have seen and heard and felt more than you 

have been made more wet with tears than you have ever

made me wet 

what is life without comprehension 

that you must first understand to be understood 

the tongue i hold between my lips, however soft

can't reach the count of the cotton

that I tell everything to 

and yet

i don't move from this space of radiating heat

interrupted dreams 

two hungry bodies

bending and bleeding because they want to understand 

Reviews

[Charlie]

Powerful. Takes a few reads to fully understand. Love the use of "chocolate chip" to describe eyes, that's super clever.
Choice of punctuation is peculiar. Comes across as dry, as though the writer is running out of emotions, running out of energy to care.