(I think, who somewhere said something* about defending against mosquitoes, periods, Lazyboys and other indoor furniture relegated to the nearby outside:)
I give you curtains.
Paper clips, a tripod, the dictionary:
love, here is a deadbolt. It wasn’t a pearl
we were chasing; it was cinderblocks.
In your mouth slept a vacuum of stars.
*We are unutterably alone.
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