Monday, September 2, 2019


Small vortices in the words,
A surface barely disturbed,
All we were. Little grey birds,

Private vocabularies,
Scarcely more than two shared terms,
Our secret notes, all we were.

From the moment we started
Talking softly to ourselves
What we said became our words.

Words we alone shared
Became ours alone, the way
We knew each other at dusk,

The way we shut out the world,
The way we said we were us.

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