a certain sadness comes
with leaving
would i be the same
if she were here
you say i saved your life
the zen of spider solitaire
and all i can think
about is
target
sliding down the sunburnt hillside
jumping over the
walls topped by shards of glass
like my brother's gel-spiked hair
just to reach those
perfect verdini,
little green figs
dripping with sweetness
tear them open to see the rubies
glistening inside
before you pop
them into
your mouth
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