Tagged: shuffle

4:06 a.m., you ordered a

4:06 a.m., you ordered a
ballad, as if it were on the
menu, called for it like
we had just spun the
wheel of fortune, and we
landed fairly far
afield into the post-
9/11 inappropriate
Bangles, but you
whispered close enough
as though you knew Bette
Midler was queued up next,
and we were hours till dawn
.
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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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