[looking through my old poems. I'd forgotten about this one.]
i used to pretend that i was kirk
maybe you were bones
(skin and bones, your mom used to say)
but you weren’t really a doctor,
not really.
we used to play flying,
f l y i n g,
a space craft made of s p a c e
a gear stick in the form of
your hand mine
holding
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