You live in the back of my throat. Folded up there. A memento. Your scent. Your memory. Muted and momentary. Heavy. The smell of sleep. Reminiscent. Bittersweet. Once I laid my head on you. Inhaled to match your rhythm. As if somehow that"d bind us close together indelibly. You live in my cavities. Empty s***es of my body. Your voice. Your memory. Planted deep. A pit inside me.