your face looks unfamiliar, but so much like mine, smile upon smile, mouth opening and closing.

i like the way your lips move, thoughtful. they move unlike anyone else’s i’ve ever seen. but i don’t watch my own lips much, either. perhaps i notice because we often eat together, and i have always admired the thoughtful way they crease.

perhaps they talk about you as if you are a concept, but everything i remember about you is very corporeal.

today i feel my hands heavier than normal, and i touch my lips as if they are not mine.

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