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Five YearsIt took me five years to love
an Elizabeth again.
Five winters and summers
of chapped lips and peeling
suntans. I had to grow myself from the ground
up before I let myself spend my Friday nights watching
movies with your namesakes,
doing the things that were dangerously close
to what we did. I put the span of six states worth
of sky between us to eat a pizza
with Elizabeth Keegan.
I scratched off the songs I knew you
liked from DJ request lists, so I could dance
with Elizabeth Griffin.
Last I knew, you were still in Pennsylvania. Sometimes,
even now, I catch myself watching a tv show or
checking out an outfit you’d like. You probably don’t care
about anything from the mid 2000’s anymore.
You’ve probably moved
to California or half the distance
of California like you said
you would, or maybe you’ve moved to some state
of grace the Elizabeth of Now likes. I keep forgetting
that you’re seasoned with dry skin
and freckles, too. Everything
about you now is newborn.
Last four am, I woke up safety pinned
to Elizabeth Han, the hours of us, Elizabeths and I,
thawing. I unbraided my hand
from hers, wondered
why we don’t describe the dead