you can stop visiting my dreams now
for Corinth,
when I look into spaces
to fill up a void that is more vacant than a bullet fleshed into your skull—
or when I Iook at the words wall on the left
& see the portrait of a boy hanging within the spaces of letters—
or when you come visiting in those dreams
where your face is starting to fade into a dull echo—
I want to ask you to find your arm
& attach it to your torso—
I want to ask you to find your leg
& attach it to your hips—
instead I find myself grabbing my sheets
in sheer despair to hold you close—
until all i can do is scream our dreams
into oblivion—
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