imagine all the heavy petting while you brush your teeth.
the sore mouths and bumping tongues while you take out your earrings;
picture the hand holding, the absent minded touching,
worse yet, the mindful touching-
and brush the knots out of the back of you hair, 
shave your legs, 
rub tiger balm on your shoulders, 
clean your nails,
drink some water. 

Swallow all of the cyclicality 
Cry just a little 
Mourn who you were 
Open your arms to who she’ll have to be