one person show

I’ve got four cards in my hand
and they are all you.
It’s a magic trick.
How you appear out of air. Out of nowhere. From strangers.
I heard your voice from another yesterday.
Always forget how I can’t forget.
Open my shirt, pull out my chest, 3rd rib down.
you are my favorite thing that hides. 
How you unfold. Refold. Slip from hands, vanish.
At night I pull the sheet over me, count to three, and yank it down. Look at me now, tell me I’m new. Tell me you want me.

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