Evening*
You already said you
Waited on an ocean for me
Cupped a sonata to your ear
While I let it
Slip away trust me it can’t
Slither too far because when
I run out the end of the dock
You’re still standing on the sand
Somehow stars play chess at night
But honestly it’s just the reflection
Off your glasses when you drive
Me home the car idles
An uneasy guard dog you
Hand me music as it spills out
Your right ventricle you appear one
-sided now and your voice is tinny
How exactly did you prepare
The turkey? Do you still shuffle
Cards in the bathroom line
Do you still use the bathroom
With my toothbrush staring
Starry-toothed into your glasses,
Which I spot from the end of the dock.
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