The girl asleep on the bus
grows a dream from the sun
on her face and all the men
imagine making braids
of her hair.
***
Some day
one of us
will die
and leave
the other
living.
***
The wind teases
the swingset,
but why
are you
empty?
***
The moon
unfilled by
the silhouettes
of birds.
***
We’ll get
all glittery
and haunt
suburban households.
***
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