Tagged: convergence

at the bus stop, two

barring traffic and

barring traffic and
perspectives, our
paths intersect
eventually
it only looks
like it won’t be
for miles
.
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on the way to you,

six-fifty-seven-

six-fifty-seven-
p.m., a moment of
convergence, we
sweat in such
close
proximity, a
redundancy
of curves –
arms, necks,
legs – six-
fifty-eight
.
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you remember the

you remember the
time we broke the
bed like it was forty-
six minutes
ago and coasting on
the high to hammer
in each tee nut
while i went in
search of that
alien wrench.
somehow, we made
it back here just
in time to spoon
that waning
slope into the
sunset, leaning
into our divine
convergence
.
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