"ice mountain, utah"
you wear your pride beneath a
red cardigan. i've looked
at the door three or more times since you arrived.
but all's well in due time. i stared at my drink
and you swore you didn't have any. i didn't have any.
i don't have any precious things for
you to analyze. my sense of dignity is
stirring.
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