there are pores on my face that are intricate
and different than your pores, and our teeth,too
are different, as well as the reasons we are sitting next
to each other and sharing this drink.
i have the flu, but you don't have money,
so also, we share a disease.
(this is someone they wouldn't let me talk to for too long,
and now as age presses, i tell myself the same thing.
the wild ones, become, just that,a few shared moments in a
life we wish could last forever, but can't stand it any longer just the same.
I am not focused on the scars behind his ears and elbows, but I could look at
them all night if no one told me to stop.)
but listen, you are beautiful.
and i don't care about much else.
