By | 16 August 2019

we should make out
you whisper

perched in this nest of
chapbooks meets cricket whites
I could not agree more

we put down our
respective teacups

look, you say, I’m seeing
someone. she’s overseas
we’re in touch, we
like each other a

beneath us
the futon creaks
a ship going down

plus, you add,
this summer I’m helping
a friend get pregnant

our first kiss is green
as an exit sign

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