I have an itch
I used to tell her.
it's in the middle
of my
back, where I can't reach.
(I'd leave out the itch in my heart)
she'd roll her eyes and reach
over with her long nails
and say, where.
here? here? here?
moving her hand from side to side.
there. i'd finally say as she
landed on the exact spot.
there. right there.
dig hard.
and i'd feel
the satisfying
scratch until the itch was gone.
(still no mention of my heart)
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