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BLOOD, IN RETROGRADE

Dominique Durden

Mercury is in retrograde,
My uterus is in retrograde,
My mind is in retrograde.
I keep forgetting the past and remembering all the wrong pieces.
I keep remembering the future I planned with someone the world forgot.
I remember a future with a ghost,
and he is jealous.
So he doesn’t let me love anyone except him
and the daughter my uterus prematurely remembers every once in a gibbous moon.
And I, too, am jealous,
of the ground,
the casket,
death,
my forgotten future.
I am jealous of all of them.
They kiss your face gently the way I wish I could.
I wish I could tell you I miss you.
I miss you.
I think you know, but I’m not sure.
I think I forgot all I am now
is an open wound
bleeding all over everything I’ve ever loved,
everything I could ever love.

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