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at some wine bar
uptown
we found a garden of
disappointment
and planted our ordinary
bones in the dirt
to maybe give birth to
children that were stronger than
I ever wanted to be

that was something, huh?

Roger and Sal
two lovers I met on a train
held each other
like branches on a tree
I thought I loved their love
more than I loved my own teeth

sometimes I thought
I’d sell my body to exist
in the pocket of those
two damn fools
inhabit the same space
as a lighter and a pocket knife
to be taken out and wiped down
every now and then