What Else Is There
Abstract Love Poems
How far did the same thing go
when the rest of us practice you lay in the sun
the grass feels like completion
home base
trees whispering lullabies
sit next to me
the rest are calling to get a team, a game started
lean over and kiss me — their calls get louder
as I taste traces of lemonade on your upper lip
he gave you the cup filled to the brim with it
you remarked you weren’t thirsty
you took it anyway
the rest of the time spent on that blanket was a bunch
of private jokes building up an inevitable tent of
goodbye you know I like outdoors
camping out the first one to do it
shit you like your doors with hinges instead of zippers
bathrooms down the hall not in the bushes
the sun to ask permission of the windowpanes before shining in
your eyes I guess we too different then
too different
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