a few little things

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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