I don’t think I really did get my air
in Pasadena. The art showing party was as still
life as the walls offerings. Red?
A portrait, unpretty. Yes.
I think I drained all color, or you didn’t notice.
I felt white inside. Even the muffins were stale.
Do I sound ungrateful?
it’s only because you never saw me come back in.
And all I wanted was one of your winks to remind me
that we know stuff. That it’s all okay.
And that soon we’ll be leaving because we’d rather be
somewhere else, just the two of us together, than wearing clothes
and lying to strangers.
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