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Your office at night, French doors away from the family room

trees touching window panes

Don’t move and it looks like a set, plastic leaves

comic book reflections in the window panes and then

 

I'm sorry but I'm just thinking of the right words to say

(I promise you)

 

1998 Pittsburgh

a balcony at Metropol on 80s Night

chain wallet tapping my hip over mall jeans

You’re chewing a drink straw red with a thin white stripe

A boy with scruff mouthing the words

 

I know they don't sound the way I planned them to be
(I promise you)

 

Drawing twenty-four pages, around

stacked boxes from the last move

80s Night on Sirius XM


But if you wait around a while I'll make you fall for me
(I promise you)

 

The set is real and the scruff is real

And you

The years are real

 

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