by Felix Jung

Small wonder I think of love when
I hear the sweaters and the shirts
tumbling into one another’s arms.

The buzzer sings. I crack the door
and feel a warmth that reaches out
to me. I think how, over time, all

bodies cool and lose the heat once
given them. I tug their arms. I grab
them all and hold them to my chest.

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