Anymore

You don't care do you when our hands touch 
briefly 
              crossing 

our circles
though barriers of thin plastic 
still stand 
              between 
us 
And I realize who I touch is not
you
but your second
                           skin
Who I remember is not
you now
               but
                      but 

We cut up thick silence as we cut 
             grapefruits 
The air
             hangs
             heavy
I cut these tomatoes like I cut 
             my fingers
observing the 
rotten 
inside