First Love
i took everything off. Sometime in February. For him. For myself.
Snow was on the cement border around the pool
and on the tennis court that was one caged square of dust.
But he, he was dense like a jetty
with a silver east wall of air. Then, he was like
a concussion that I woke up from
but woke up differently. Smaller. A little ruined. For
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