All sense of rhythm every time
you/I try to dance. That’s why I don’t
Brand spanking new book
of poetry that you/I wrote.
It’s brilliant because I wrote /
you didn’t write most of it.
That Taylor Swift album you love/
I hate so much. Damn.
Count of how many drinks you had/
I didn’t have. I had/you didn’t have.
Where are we again?
The moment when you blinked/
My shadow on the sidewalk after
the sun went down/the warmth of
your arm hooked in mine.
The almond milk when I tried to pour
a glass/you texted me & I got distracted.
Your smile & mine.
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