we all had our reason for staying in the city,

as the old house at the coast continued to break under the weight of intention,

some mornings were cold, on some days we did not wake up.

mostly the hours watched us become each other.

sometimes i made coffee rings on your skin

as you pretended to be post-pain—

we found more reasons to love amoxicillin. 

the doctor had long advised to stay away from sex & liquor,

and if those boys came to us bearing flags and syphilis,

we ran to them, made them dinner and Leleshwa,

we looked for signs of another country on their faces—

they would be the fact-sheet with which we would learn

to love each other again. 


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