It was sweet of you
to agree with me
when I said I mattered
Was sweet of you
to let me lick
your plate
Sweet as
hot candy
on a car floor
Sweet and soft
as shoveled earth
If I could I’d get up
from this shady grave
and hug you and pray
that you wait
until my back is turned
and I start to walk away
before you scrape off
the dirt that adhered to you
when we embraced
the dirt
you put me in
before you shudder
Dark Matter 
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