whistlin’ through my teeth

the sound of a rusty porch swing
a comfortable irritation

i took out my whittling knife and
cut off the last remaining bits
culpable of holding you

my fingerprints now different
than the ones that did the touching

all evidence removed
scraped away the bark
left the bite

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