skinned knees

You say you think of me at five a.m., and how can I tell you that I do the same—

that as the sun rises over Manhattan rooftops I remember how I fell for you

so hard I skinned my knees. I walked all autumn with blood trickling down my shins,

picking the gravel from my flesh, thinking of nothing but your lips on my skin.

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