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signed with her under the table during classes

or over my mom’s head when she’s not looking

on our webcams when she’s on vacation

with sticky ice cream fingers

with our hands full of groceries

with big gloves on in the snow

We’ve said everything to each other

including occasionally asking

why haven’t we had sex yet

what are we waiting for

I never had an answer

but here now,

in the dark,

our eyes closed,

our hands all over each other,

I am thinking that maybe we never did because

we were so busy

with our hands

In this silence,

with my lips on hers,

I miss her,

for a minute.

In a few hours I will miss her for a long time.

She signs my name against my chest

and I know how it feels and there she is

there’s my girl

there is me.

This is my sign.

I’m good at feeling things,

like whether the floor above our heads is shaking (it’s not)

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