If I could knit
the stars in your eyes
into confusion,
thick and thought-
out, songs would drip
down the half-open
window like glass
shrieking upon glass.
The concrete puddled
in borderline peace,
dry and forgiving.
There's never been
a way to fall
without opening
a space behind you.
Catch electrons between
atomic measurement,
stand hand-in-hand-in-
half-drawn words.
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