/

Clear/unclear
your hand in prayer
with the small of my back
my eyes like mornings you said
but you were never looking

ready/not ready
the coffee cup tumbles and
brown stream black sludge surrounds me by and by
suddenly
you’re holding my elbow again
tugging the “you-know-what” –strings
but my eyes open to mornings of an empty cup
only mine

true/untrue
That time, between me and you
was a screen door.

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