I am
The aching gut
The arthritic knuckle
The corneal abrasion
And you are
The weight of my skeleton
The strain of flesh
The cartilage in my knees
And I am
The poison marrow
The glacial pulse
The creaking spine
And you are
The breathing
The digesting
The pulsing automation
And I am
The webbed foot
The degenerate tissue
The aural hallucination
And you are
Two Hundred Six bones harder
Five Hundred Twelve ounces heavier
Six Hundred Thirty Nine fibers stronger
Than the space between us.
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