waiting for landlord to cut off my sight
before,
racing down the steps was
A genre, but he took it too
f a r.
And so,
we sat in the grass until
late winter hit June, and
your hair was sticky with
pollen and cotton seeds.
“So glad,”
So glad!
“I know the exact moment
you’re talking about.”
As if memory were not a dirty trick
Flipped the switch
Who would have ever guessed
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