but I couldn't see the screen through the sun
and what I wrote came out
in weird colors
and not what I wrote, but
what was unsaid
squinting
you held me from behind in the doorway
which was nice
and my breathing filled the alcove
like we were the
same person
you have orange hair now
the canary singing in the sun
pink hooves on the futon rug
sunset to the south
gets hot upstairs
I put the screen back in
2011
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