your eyes didn't look so blue last night.
i stare: magnolias blooming and just to the right, the neighbor gardening.
everything is in exclamations (!)
this coffee is so good!
i will carve driftwood!
little acupuncture words insert themselves into my head.
we spent at least two hours extra in bed. falling asleep, waking up, waking each other up.
little finger swords swipe, make light marks.
I stare
looking at the feathers tacked to my wall and
knowing that when your eyes drift open
you see me
see me partially seeing everything else.
hair all matted, nipples chaffed.
when you bike away:
after ambiguous plans not plans not able to make plans i stare.
okay.
okay, let's go to lighthouse park.
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