The silence can seem awkward
don't look; it's perfectly at home.
the poem will justify the yearn,
the necessity of walls; believe that.
My thoughts are tires spinning gravel
and can't slow down for adjectives
or verbs except for the poem.
Take this sentence and swallow hard.
in the trust of you feel twos become
one. Here, we can take turns, your
silence for my words. You understand
because we've spent a lot of time
recognizing tone: train wreck months;
gnawing clocks; enormous rooms.

look, baby, despite the lack of nouns
and conjunctions, we know what's real
and it's not great expectations.
It's what will be left after the graves
have been leveled for parking spaces.
It's this. Nothing more. That's right.
This in front of you. Do you see?

You in the poem
the poem in me.

Written by Ahavati
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