My name lingers
around crevices
of your teeth.
The gaps, where soap
and slips
uselessly, remember
charcoal rubbings
impressed on dark corners
of my face. 
Acid builds
when you’d rather sleep.
Some call that heartburn
for how little you mean
to them -
heartache -
I had hoped.

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