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I wanted to say something to you
but then i realized you weren't you anymore,
not in the way I always framed you being before,
so instead I opted for silence
and learned a whole lot more in the process of registration.
Sounds broke through, still.
The thing I wanted to say remained
except the materiality of it changed.
As a consequence
our bodies moved closer and further away,
the desires and fears we used to classify as "yours" and "mine"
somehow got murky,
and the 'irreducible ambivalence' of this corporeal existence--
with all its dangers and elixirs--
began to fly in our faces.