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My Lover as Miss Universe

Thing was, it was raining, and I missed you

And, I missed paper. I missed it really much.
I missed the soggy feel of it, the damp inkstains,
and the way that the slush would run down from your legs when it was over.

Runny. White eggs from a snow or bulletin or confetti or banners.

Then there was a mountaintop
And a car crash
(No doves)
And an extra battery that seemed to fit (nothing) or only the last sloop
It rolled on the floor

Did you trip?
Oh. I know that you did.

You pulled me close and told me that I had to trust you

I’m going to Baltimore you said
I’m going to get a job

Then you stood up and told me that we had to go

I figured it would happen
Could you give me the AI at least
Or at least let me feel what you feel

I think I said that

Then you said
No, not yet
Put your head on my breast, and I will watch you