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when I grin your diet giggles.

let’s sit on the half roof out my window
and pretend it’s your back porch.

if I clap loud enough,
I can turn all sorts of things off
and on

we can do this again when we are older
and too tired
to do anything but rock.

in my mind
exhaustion beats
paper beats rock beats
excuses.


let’s write this down in a note
and slip it in somebody’s pocket
when nobody’s looking.