Here’s the Deal


her in the uplight. 

her in the
filtered air, the coffee-pot whistleless
the cheap silence.

it’d cost us so much more to speak.

her always asking.
her always
always ending
up where she shouldn’t be.
her always being.

the perceived permanence.

and how do i say, “oh,
you just
sorta make me blink differently” when i mean
not at all i’m so
busy trying to keep you visible
see, darling, i’m so silver and so heavy

i’m about to make the ocean bleed

you don’t want a thing to do with me


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