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Your Seat's Been Taken by Some Sunglasses Asking Bout a Scar

River rush. River spin.
Fall back and let cool currents boil over your face.
Invite me in.
We sat on the red rocks, midwater, and ate purple grapes. Everything wet. I found the triangular scar on your right shoulder.
I still don’t know where it came from.
But I do know you found a bird and tortured it once when you were eight. And now, for the same amount of years, you’ve done the same to me. Set me free from this river.
Surely, it’s not water under any bridge.

2 Feb 18

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