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Your green screen turns blue

and you wrap your wet shillouette in the illusion to keep

from the cold

sky of broken people. We are reciting lines

with a backdrop setting the scene. I want to run with scissors into the green

paradise. My back is cracked and I believe 

in far-off realities. Do you believe in me?

Like a parade, alive and loud for

a few blocks. How far away did you park?

Did it hurt when you walked through my door?

I want to believe in co-existence of black and color. You want hot

summer and a place to put your fresh song. Who will I return to?

I don’t want to leave. If I do, it will happen fast. 

Let’s never say goodbye. Let’s spend the night under the music and confetti 

and sneak out of each other’s houses until we

forget our humility. Humanity looks good on you. I only see

it when the glass breaks. When the screen rips. When the glamour

We are blind to the things we don’t believe.

Stomp our feet — I miss you — Stomp our feet

Tuck your luck into bed and you

won’t sleep a wink. The back of your head

is full of markings from someone’s teeth. I measure the spaces, look for

an identity. I miss you. There is a body in the river with an unknown

cause of death. I am scared of her 

haunting you. No — I am afraid of you falling in love with a ghost.

We eat cherries and they are carbonated. We greet the evenings and

they swirl around the rim of our beer glasses 

like a Van Gogh painting. I miss you. The drumbeat is blue. 

I am looking for warmth

              in the hole-worn fabric of your

          words. I saw your heart and didn’t need a microscope. It was blue, like

they taught us in sixth-grade anatomy. The color changed the pace of the room.

Do you need oxygen? 

                 You would never guess that organ belonged to someone

                        with a sugar-toothed smile as hungry as yours.

I’ve never been this drunk and

all I want is your morning between my teeth and inside my lungs. Donuts after.

        You talk about writing love songs for a girl who broke your heart.

                   I heard you sing at one of our 1 a.m.’s.

           I wear the memory beneath my shirt. 

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