hung around the corner of Hennepin Ave. & S. 8th St.
bumming out cigarettes to the petulant passer-bys
until you had no more
and we snogged.
Slime of aching desire.
Sublime night of sharing.
—sight prompts regret of
anything we do not yet have.
pompous jealousies: What awful thought would rot
& corrode your mushy soft brain.
—cannot take it, but must.
Semi-truck’s squeaky brakes make
miscellaneous bird’s chirps & squawks
in the morning
when I’m still confused.
Halloween cobweb crotch?
Righteously wearing your virgin costume?
A vague convergence of events?
a fluid thing.
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