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I noticed your hands were tight at the knuckles.
There was something I wanted to ask you.
Did you see how pregnant my mouth was becoming?
My fingers were on your knee.
You tied your scarf around both our necks,
Too tight, I thought, but it was warm.
We staggered like this, my hands were straight
but yours pinched at the air.
I remember wanting to cut out the joints
so I could mold your fingers into circles
around my waist.
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