Haven't written in forever

I just got back to school and things have been kind of crazy. Winter break was good, really good.

new poem.
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I think of you

It’s all about routine.
Your fingers go like this:
slow then fast
and slow again; repeat,
gaining speed like a teenager
drag racing for the first time.
Every night I stack bowls, plates, trays
with the same delicate movement your
hands makes after hovering over a keyboard.
Where is your head when I am brooding?
Is it even connected to your shoulders?—
No. That’s wrong. Heads touch the neck first
You know, that place where your breath meets my skin
in the morning after sleeping so well;
those few times we are together.
I pile forks and spoons like memories,
wipe up the clumsy spills poets leave to mark their
territories as if to say they will stay as long as they want in our dining hall.
I swear their legs have grown roots by the time
we are forced to kick them out,
sweat beading from our brows and chins; forced to serve
like Oompa Loompas—minus the smiles and songs.
At the end of the night, when I walk home alone
covered in chunks of polenta and splattered with
salad dressing, I am still thinking of you.