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Kruithof’s Curve

We met in the
orange green
hue of classrooms.

Sat in the
aquamarine
cafeteria.

Talked about your
sister, yellow,
where you were
all brown, though
maybe you’d be red.

For me. Who was
a blue period
smeared across
your back pn
apartment
mornings.

Our day in
the park was
magenta.

The earth was
a solemn
seafoam.

Your underwear
was usually
violet.

Your nipples
a stained
fuchsia.

Your breath
a soft
goldenrod.

Our time
apart a dull
pewter.

The girl before
you was a
raven.

The girl after
you was a
tortoise.

The space between
our names is a
soft burgundy,
the runny nature
of colors like
tongues over
absence.

There is no:
the time I fucked
you on the floor
was magnolia.

There is no:
once I bought
you a clay pot
that turned your
hands turquoise.

There is only:
the white day
I asked you to
black coffee
before we
sketched quiet
devotion across
so many cross
hatched late to
class days.

There is usually:
the dull clamshell
memory of her hands
where yours used to
be and the blackhole
that is the death
of something quietly
and without attention
as it subdivides until
there are as few memories
of us are there are cones
or colors behind eyes
or eyelids.

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