In Response

I hold my pool stick funny
The way my dad
showed me
the little V my thumb and
finger knuckles make
I sometimes hold
your name
there because my fingers can't
seem to find
a note to sing
they just hum they
just hurt
misplaced joints and
the time I made you cry
made you sweat bite your
finger
I look at you
through my finger
tips
read your name
aloud like
little sips
like when I rest
my lips upon your
Sorry

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