"i know a place"
i see friend's faces in moments of writer's block.
they speak simple sentences about the emptiness of money and
the way snow comes when it is needed the most.
a living room filled with cigarettesmokescent
reminds me of the way our warm indecisive blood
scared us into corners and the way golden lamplight attaches
to our clasped hands.
by morning we were no different than smoke
captured in crinkled water bottles.
note: "Heaven is whenever we can get together."
-collaboration with Vince Bauters
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