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Ten. Nails at the bar

standing. Standing. Standing.

Like glass.

Her friend tells you -

you smoke rich cigarettes -

and you struggle to

strip under a bright yellow

bulb.

Your sheets are dirty

and Saudi Arabia killed a

journalist

but you’re on speed

and talk to me funny

outside the bar.

Anna’s eyes are like meteor strikes

and she asks you about

Emmett Till

while you do another line.

4/5.

I like the rain

on May and my toes.

I like the way your

clothes stick - Anna

wants to give you a history lesson

but you don’t recognize

your new headquarters.

You spend your days

in Portland

laughing

and stealing touches.

First boyfriend.