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James
A year you said you’d wanted to get off.
For a year! I didn’t have a clue.
As if our nightly phone calls weren’t enough,
that first vacation, to show I wanted you.
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Hifi smoking area, summer of first year
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and you’re not engineering some dank GMO.
Let the bees caress, boy! Let breezes steal,
that of two crops a stronger one can grow.
I’m not saying you and I should bone
necessarily. Boning per-se’s not the point.
But I don’t know why we live our lives alone.
Or what else either one of us could want.
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The butterfly house
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Electricity
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Well entertain this thought. That all the others –
Emma, Sam, Ali, Dom, Jess –
saved you from me – and me, you – while we suffered
our desperate young demands for happiness.
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Curtains
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I’m stuck – it’s stupid! – on how you could choose
that night on the lake to label me ‘pretty’ -
and how the ripples, bleached, fled from us
like the inhabitants of a city.
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Lockdown
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You offered to drive and wave at me.
So nice. Next week would be better.
If we’re still single at thirty-five.
Nephew types ‘mmm,m ,,,, juioy’.
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Graduation
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Afterwards, reading texts aloud
from others we’d included in our foreplay.
I returned to the hotel early, wondering
why they would call it a walk of shame.
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