Like Earhart

Ever since she left
she keeps being gone.
It is as if we were not

But if I am unreal
Why is my flesh stained
by reality

The shy part of my wrist a plum-blue and yellow
Skin she has known as obscenely
as my fingers the inside of her mouth.

This is not a case of distance
Distance you can cover.
This is a vanishing.

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