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A Poem

Remind me — what are we doing here?
Knees bowed over the arm rest,
Thighs holding your beer.

Between the coffee table and the couch;
I’m folded like a paper crane,
My thumb contorts my mouth…

Brush the hair out of my eyes and smile:
Say something like, “You’re lovely,
I can only…



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