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"I Sing the Body Optimistic"
You give the spring new colors, and we slow dance down by the creek.
“Verlaine Shoots His Lover, 10 July 1873”
I was glad when you told me to buy a gun. I thought we could both go like that.
“wild strawberries stained a desire path to your door“
I swallow the air to capture its heartbreaks.
“Honey, a week in Brooklyn doesn’t mean he loves you.”
Brushing hair out of each other’s faces, an earworm, touching as though to memorize.