Nothing New

There’s nothing new in

consonants and cut-off sounds

hanging limply on night winds,

eyelids drawn shut against

decisions not yet named.

There is nothing unusual in

shivering skin touching

underneath blankets in winter,

protected against unforgiving snow,

nor in naked bodies prone

seven inches apart

never really reaching

the one thing they need.

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