we should both be sleeping
I forgot to ask why you weren't
my skin itches
I peel it off in sheets and ribbons
play a game with a prize
where the prize
is less scratching
my head is oriented the wrong way
I don't know if turning around will
fix anything.
petulant in my corner
I long for ice cream and blue eyes
in the crux of a conversation
complaining of the noise
street cleaners make.
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I love you!
I will come find you
tomorrow.
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