in which

Angie

in which there’s reforgotten things &

lovelessness

breathing things in which we are tangible 

together in which neither of us confess

a whole summer

in which we know ourselves without

names or cupped hands

in which my teeth marks hold

my heart

in which we reforget physics,

memory

& waiting. 

there are still adulthood, 

insides & us,

just to name a few regrets

that i want to burn me.

there is still a myth we haven’t forgotten,

a fight we have finally fought &

a lover that isn’t us

in which one fever dream

is only breathing,

in which our reloved julys

don’t make something feel like 

everything 

in which our chests are just silent rain &

just reforgotten things & just,

just, just.