Private Parts by Sarah Kay

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Some nights, I wake up, knowing he's anxious.
He is across the world in another woman's arms
and the years have spread us like dandelion seeds,
sanding down the edges of our jigsaw parts that used to only fit each other

He drinks from the pitcher on the night stand,
checks the digital clock,
it is five A.M.
He toses in sheets and tries to settle.
I wait for him to sleep,
before tucking myself into elbows and knees;
reaching for things I have long since given away.