April 11 : Lublin

Someone might have chewed his ear off in a fight
except it’s too clean, not even a scar.
I run my finger over it,
a short circuit that he ignores,
and I whisper my own name for it,
lublin,
and maybe that’s the only word it can hear,
spoken by someone who loves it
just the way it is.

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