July 17

We’d have time still to swoon, if not for the moon,
if not for the government imposed curfew, if not
for the snoring in your parent’s room, if not for 

that last silly argument between me and you,
if not for the smell of garbage and the goo
that girds the dishes, if not for the bitches

who said something mean or the bullies

that beat the retort out of me. We’d have
time for many things if not for the mistakes
that have taught us safety is the greater way

rather than reaching across this space, making
waves, making love, making all these pressures
go away, making time for thoughtless amor today.



A day is not done, until it's filled with words.

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