you tell me not to try and figure this out
but that’s like holding a thin glass bubble between two tired hands
and i am glad that all the laughter and wisdom and teasing and music
brings the softness i need to get through a day
because a kiss from sleepy lips might undo us both
so i walk around with pockets full of sweet admiring in the daytime
before the wolves come out and the coyotes seek something to gnaw at
just after i look for jupiter which supposedly sits besides the moon but is hiding
under a cover of clouds in a black bed
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