I was cutting
through the heat
on my Trek bike
Winding past the
Barbee Hotel
stopping at the
bridge
To admire the
beastly carp creeping
near the mouth
of a drainage pipe
Getting lost the
way everybody should
on a June day
But not the same
way you did
Misplacing your
body parts in a dried up
river bed
Shattering
yourself from the ground
up disconnecting
this
limb
from that
limb
Confusing hands
for feet for flesh for bone
for dirt
I still find
pieces of you everywhere
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