& Change continues to bring me joy, and from this issue a share a poem by Kit McGuire
Intimate/Intimate
I knew it from the last
time we fucked, sweat and drool,
hitch in your throat and you got tired
of me, clumsy, blurring myself out,
desperate to cover how
desperate for the salt coating all the
inside of my mouth. Briefly.
I knew it from the last
time you kissed me. And I kissed you.
I’d ask you to break my back.
Find small change behind my teeth.
Buy time.
I knew. I close my fist around how much I loved you.
Pink my cheeks with my fingers in swift circles
nothing in my mouth but air.
If I could afford it I’d buy better timing
and uncertainty.
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