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You want to meet
I choose the time
we speak for 6
hours 3 we are analysts
3 we are in love
nightfall enters you in
to the hospital because
your aunt abuses the emergency care facilities
or maybe because that wound gets worse
and what we suspect as surface
—-is getting into your blood
I pray believing He
take it away, He does not
seal up the wounds today
but instead I, myself am coming to you
that my finest suit might sit beside you
I stop on the way for flowers
but realize inside
peddles seem petty to token my intent
but your mother sends roses
and for whatever reason after
in the elevator we kiss
at the door and in the car
we kiss you leave
a rose on my dashboard.

The sun licked up what little life it had left
and, as your texting made more clear,
those nights were the rose
both dead and dying
before they got to me.