space exists only between us
six scattered length and widthways
six scared
bodies lost
bodies found
my body the furniture
the clutter
the unclear upsetting the clarity in the space
created by the coming together of two individuals
invited into one another
occupying each other
until the skin tightens and the precipice is reached
space is personal pubic hair preferences
space is heaven and opening opening opening
space is not breath and spit and sharing
it’s six spaces set at the dinner table
nostalgia for sweetsalt
for never-ending christmas-
paper chains
never-ending swimming
never-ending naked
never-ending number seven
space exists only between us
and we reel and write
and fill it in.

Aimee

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