We don’t age as
Glasses refill with
Toxins that dilute
Vital organisms
Passing water
No hostile words
Just pauses for thought
No camera to capture
The awkward slurp
Of reality
Neither of us fit in
Postcard stories
When it suits us to be
Foolish. Troubled kids
Learning how to be
A nodding dog for treats
Not held together
By a romantic connection
As I use an axe
To chop wood
Because thinking of you
Makes me into
The sort of bearded
Creature found
Wearing equipment
I don’t even know
How to use


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