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.