Again
my younger self
is on the bed

next to you.
again.

my now-body
next to a new sleeping

lover, & yet
my now-body

in the room
all over

& now I have a choice.
save her or watch.

you keep bringing me
here, you who

keeps her pinned
& I’m annoyed

to be in this
room again

the moldy lampshade
& empty walls

the faucet that won’t
quit, its steady

drip the whole night
miles/years away

miles/years away
my younger self

is on the bed
next to you

my younger
legs wound around

the heavy moat
of your waist

my younger stomach
a lake which you

boat through
my younger self

knows I’m in the room
looks for me

above/ in the corner
my younger wrists

sink to the ocean’s
bed my younger

ears shells to hear
my younger

voice a bubble
in the room

it’s hard
to understand

I see your point
I guess

what a no sounds like
below water