9. thank you
for lighting fires
in all the corners of my room
the shadows are always taller than me
but you make me feel more solid than they
could ever be
for sitting at the edge
of my bed. maybe the fires will
burn the house down as i sleep, but
with you to beat them back with your
breathless laugh, smiling eyes,
and crooked teeth
how could i dream of anything else
than waking up to you .
among my friends?
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