another goodbye
a little more chalant
preempting unasked questions
rearing heads like the undead
monsters in the fridge with which we know not what to do
the spaces between
questions about chemicals
answers needing something more than words
chemicals of mischief
our momentary fidelity
fluid like the nights washing over what we thought we knew
sensations of the skin
some kind of electricity too sensitive to name
kids under covers
fingertips and favourite songs
a sacred ambiguity
unconcealed by explanation
awaiting diagnosis
you hold my hand in the dark
until the sun
and voices on the radio
to read the news
the leaves
and wake us up again.
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