i met you at starbucks.
crossing the street, zig zag, squinting into the tinted windows to see if you could
watch me
.
you took your break (starbucks!)
sat outside, shady stoop.
after your bike accident you had band aids all over your legs.
I sat with you, touching your bruises to see how badly they all hurt.
it's a good thing to know; how badly one can bruise.
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