Monday, September 23, 2013

we went to a museum and she tip-toed past exhibits 
like they'd suddenly wake up
if we enjoyed them too much.
i giggled into my fist, she hid her smile in my
hair.

it's funny that i might have been the first person 
to look at my future
in the Ancient African People's wing,
she's standing there
she's pulling me along.



we went home and i slept for nearly nine years
against your chest.

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