Saturday, November 11, 2017

nervous

in the course
of several hours:
hair-feathers
akimbo, a blimp
stuck in the throat
as you stay in 
the vicinity,
an unusual gift.
uninterrupted.
barely etching 
out the words 
to stretch my 
excitement. 
what's expected
i defer: what's
reflected i demur.
fold into my arms.
this hide-and-seek
slick story shit
is gonna be worth it
even if it's the last
memory we share.

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