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Later that day

His head appeared

From under a blanket.

He didn’t yawn

Or rub his swollen eyes.

He didn’t get up or stretch his stiff limbs.

He didn’t take a piss and brush his teeth.

He was lying

And just lying.

What is the meaning of his lying?

Earlier that day

She wrote

“Body is there

just

to carry me.

Little

do I know

I am body”

On her mobile phone.

What did she want to say?

At noon

They were sitting on a retaining wall

Exchanging poetry on their cellphones

Starting to feel hungry.

She touched his belly demonstratively and it gurgled.

He paused, thinking.

He placed his hand on her waist

And his ear on her chest:

“I see”.

What was it that he saw?

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Listen now, dumbass.

My head appeared from under a blanket

I am lying

And though I see her waving at me

And hear her snapping her fingers

And feel her hands grabbing me by the shoulders

I am just lying

And this is yet another moment when

We don't exist.

This poem means we do not exist, you get it now?

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