I spit in your coffee this morning

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I. you hustled your way into my days and nights, my hallway,
my poems.

we ate yellow flowers along the way.

we followed our breath and the shore.

II. you wake up beside me and whisper you're beautiful.

In my head you're a sniper named Hans.

III. you recite a poem where you give me saucer eyes
looking up at you.

you guide me to my knees in your kitchen.

you make the bees swarm outside.

IV. the screaming starts at 4:00 am and I try to contact you
telepathically. I've tried breaking windows.

I'm keeping your smell.