Smell wet hair
all clean & scented stillness
hear crickets outside window
calmingly furious & calm
& pleasure
& anesthetic
for maybe another week or two
see objects
just barely their outlines
as our half faces away
from the bright hole of gravity
in the center
feel sheets on calves
cool on shoulder skin
& the atmosphere coming inside
from the cricket world
is also cool
& moving enough
it's almost like time is different
taste
all weird memories now
know
is
drift
getting
taste?
is what
is that naked
mouth
college
wave
rave
waves
waves
corn field
ocean.
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