“Skinny Boy” by Kit Zauhar

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i like the way your fingertips and lips
tremble
it reminds me of
flicking soda can tabs
and time lapses of grass growing
and the sound of people dropping
pins on the floor above me
and the way my own knuckles
vibrate to reveal
vulnerable tendons
i wonder if sometimes
like people who have strokes
you bite your tongue
when you shake
i want to put cotton swabs
in your cheeks
to clot the blood fluffy
and play chubby bunny
with iodine-soaked marshmallows
i want to crush up your pills
and mix them into
my saliva and kiss you
hard and fast
tasting of metal and dirt
so we can stop shaking
together


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