just want to ride around
with you
wearing our grills
yours, bottoms
mine, fronts.
together:
one voice
(without speaking)
I have news for you
I have many things to tell you
fireworks in Detroit streets
peace signs on Poplar Avenue
bicycling in Austin
foraging on Charlotte Pike
Brooklyn street shivers
many friends are howling
since you've gone
this grief is heavier than any day
it's worse than any candy jail
picking at my cuticle
crying in my cubicle
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