The atmosphere is thick
Wasting my time and yours
The hours spent here
Are dry
Like the patchy heat of a woodstove
Burning me
And wilting the very flesh
Of this unmistakable thinness
That has become routine now
I don’t know to weaken the blister
Of your contentment
Of your conviction
To keep this wedge so tightly fitted
Between us
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