an ugly shade
the silver
unbecoming
like the underscore
of a world
grown more

sip our emotions
and pop the lid
on our handholding
feet up on the dirty
plastic chairs
the sunshine
welting into our
photo sensitive
realms

we know nothing
of intimacy
and everything
about just being

the grunge secrecy
worlds betrayed
how we are so
used to that
brutality

but sitting together
our hair on eachs
shoulder
feeling the words
vibrate off our
skin
the heat of our
overlapping

legs hanging
across the
thighs
the delicate
small bonework
the street sassy
survivor

the spoons
were dark
as new moons
and the sunlight
shone into
your
pupils like new
rooms

we met past
dusk for
hot chocolate
and said nothing
walking about
the puddles
in the parking

even our ghosts
walked in line
and the tenderness
like a pause
on an old telephone
was heard
behind the
hiss
and static

we exist!

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