this year i thought we agreed on avoidance
no meeting eyes if we pass on the street
i'll duck into a grocery, you into a china shop
anticipating the bravest steps in opposite directions.
i woke up to you this morning
pulling me under tunneling blankets
unable to lift my head, where are you taking me?
you're not supposed to be here.
i left you in a glass, in an ashtray
in a sticky caked plate
but you are here so forgivable
and familiar.
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