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that’s the moon
pulling up across the carpet
rolled up and
feeling something disagreed

different car
same door
your honey pouring into the street

a red eye and white letters
now you’re famous
asleep with a furrowed brow

coffee and wine colored skin
with lips covered in rain

and when you recline
little lines and shapes
spreading and withdrawing
expanding and collapsing

that’s when I know you best