stars popped in our mouths
I raked dust through
your darkened hair.
Traced your life lines,
tracks that derailed
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a couple stops back.
I have written all over
your life notes, dark
signature, palimpsest
cross-hatching over
those summer mornings
where the dew burned
bare legs, legs you held
as I embraced bird calls
from the capitol roof.