stars popped in our mouths

I raked dust through

your darkened hair.

Traced your life lines,

tracks that derailed

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a couple stops back.

I have written all over

your life notes, dark

signature, palimpsest

cross-hatching over

those summer mornings

where the dew burned

bare legs, legs you held

as I embraced bird calls

from the capitol roof.