SHE TOLD ME

for Hope

The hammock is built
for one, to be enjoyed
by a singular soul,
to be peered out upon
by two brown visions,
and adding another body
is a turbulent endeavor
strong of a faulted flip
and awaiting error.

But the boy
beside the girl
wants to touch her
the way she
grazes my shoulder
when she stretches in class.
Her fingers end on my sweater.
But I do not excite
like the young boy
who was with her.

Their lips were together
a pocket of air ignited
the moment and it was brief.
She told me of this time.

She told me of this time
her cheeks turned over
those teeth crept out
she toppled down
to the ground.

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