Suppose we'd be beautiful together?
and fairy lights dripping over the bar doorway also make me look sweeter in the half-light
shoulders draped over lazily with a fog shawl left over from the rain
would the shape of my eyes be known for the mind it let peek through?
the roads that crumble away at their edges into
the rusty orange creek that has been drowning
the same car without an engine for years now
open their battered backs to my feet
like an invitation or late night phone call from mother begging daughter to visit before she forgets her name too
along with everything else, diseased into an afterthought
would the smile in my voice echo in their teeth?
Suppose I came back for you?
and you rained the creek into an ocean, the fog into a maze, the roads into rubble
and I still came back
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