as you have described me
it doesn't seem that way
in words, i do not know
the names of poets
cannot describe the relationship
between rain and cement
i do not make le ciel immense
only drink it in
and you, my glass
how can you ask me
to be beautiful for someone else?
i don't know how, really
what my favorite songs are
or where is my favorite place
only the echo of laughter
i can talk about that
but thinking about other men
on a first date
seems like such poor form.
can love fracture like a bone
and can you set it straight again
with two pictures
two hundred and fifty words
fifteen questions?
hypothetical children notwithstanding
we're both begging for the answer to be yes.
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