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As For the Exiles

by Haley Lasché

  • You were born in the sign of reassurance.
  • Your open mouth is filled with time. It closes around the stain of my lips
  • which is shaped like a baby world.
  • It is smaller than the earth; it is two time zones like you and me.
  • We are separate now
  • and holding our hands away from our bodies
  • pushing each other away. The salt from each other’s hands
  • painted on our palms, a grid for new sweat to break through.
  • The journeys we both take are not over water;
  • they are through condensation
  • and the memory of your skin evaporates against
  • no more words
  • than


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