if he had worn a coat, no
a jacket. what's the difference?
fuck it, i sing when i'm sad.
thumbing at sore fingers,
thumbing at winter, i sing
through cracked lips and heels, through
a static mess, warm chocolate.
it hurts to be heard
laughing from across the ocean, i know
i know. those big belly laughs,
unearthing our abs beneath layers
of coats and jackets.
your blue wavy eyes, i crouch upon
your brown brow and
just barely wet
my feet
preferring pools.
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