You should be home
helping me
string slate and russet gems
into our lives’ fortune.
We could be on fire
slow dancing
under a new moon.
Instead, I am here sitting with you.
The only slate: your grey T-shirt
The only russet:
your orange prison pants.
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You should be home
helping me
string slate and russet gems
into our lives’ fortune.
We could be on fire
slow dancing
under a new moon.
Instead, I am here sitting with you.
The only slate: your grey T-shirt
The only russet:
your orange prison pants.