in the middle of

in the middle of
the night, the mind runs
errands the body
pretends to know
nothing about,
reshuffles everything
we’ve said or felt or
said we’ve felt
so that there are
new hands to play
by morning, with
over two-point-five
million possibilities
hidden beneath
our poker faces
.
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