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A Poem: Pet Names

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of course,
I know where you end
and I begin.
You are always you.
You are not me.
You are not what I want you to be.
In fact, sometimes you are all wrong
and you STILL say that you are right
but you are not.
We go around
sometimes for days
You on the couch, me in the chair
Me on the couch
you on the bed.
Sometimes, I wake up, and we are tangled
and you are nestled
and sometimes
I am suffocating
and sometimes
you are talking
Are you asleep?
And then it’s morning
and it’s go go until
We both come home
and drop our briefcases.
I start washing dishes,
you wrap your arms around me,
and call me something ridiculous—
a name you would have called the cat,
had you hugged the cat first—
and I love you more
than the breath in my lungs.

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