Frozen fingers passing

Concrete garage floor

You looked at me

And I think you saw

Something real, maybe

Unadulterated

Like I wasn’t a husk, neither

too little nor too much.

Swollen fingers passing

Outside venue doors

I think I might’ve seen

Something true, I’m certain

Underneath the purpose

We share a way of being

Openly flawed, freeing

Attention locked, teasing

Hold you in high esteem

I know it’s projection

But I want her blessing

Then I could be involved

With both of y’all

Clammy fingers clinging

Would you allow it?

You’re both big on singing

So how about it?





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