stars popped in our mouths

  I raked dust through

  your darkened hair.

  Traced your life lines,

  tracks that derailed

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  a couple stops back.

  I have written all over

  your life notes, dark

  signature, palimpsest

  cross-hatching over

  those summer mornings

  where the dew burned

  bare legs, legs you held

  as I embraced bird calls

  from the capitol roof.