Somewhere across town,
you are laying with a lover
who is pressing her fingerprints
into your back like wet cement.
I wonder if she looks like me, if you fell
for her features like rearranged furniture.
Are we palindrome women? She is beautiful,
I am unpronounceable.
She must be your favorite
place in Minneapolis. I am
a souvenir shop: where you go
to remember how much people miss you
when you’re gone.
-Sierra DeMulder
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