Illustrated by Melissa Wang

Every time I say “I,” it refers to you.
—Louise Glück 

I want to be whole 
without you 
but there are pieces 
of spoiled ash in my gut, 
rising at the whim 
of your breath. 

Your body finds me 
in strange hours, 
as I’m drifting between life
and dark. 

I can’t decide 
if you elevate or erase me, 
but I know that I love you 
just the same. 
As waking sunlight 
douses your body, I stumble 
toward your half-shut door.

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