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gave him origami kisses
bright red lips
ornamental

slept on his couch for a week
afraid to go home
all the locks look new
all the lochs frozen at
the house by itself
with skeleton windows

sky writing
not a proposal
just
“did it get worse?”

he got engaged
he packed up the couch
we got high a last time
all the words danced
moved like snow
across my eyes

he showered
in that crooked tub

all my childhood friends
had the same name