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Whose nonchalance was it, anyway,
on those cross country pit-stop
colorado evenings--
pouring out of each our own
shifting stares, tumbling
over our lips
into potent drinks? Who
Started laughing and stopped
suddenly
as if in shame? Who rolled
Up cigarettes
as though they were our habit
when smoking was passe to us
then?
I remember watching as your
eye lids dove down for a blink and
they stayed down
eyes swimming
around on the floor at vague
feet and dirt beneath us
under the wirey
paint-peeling chair...
I asked you a question
or two
and walked out into the darkness
as you spoke...
mocking fascination with the fields, or
some particular glimmer
of Heaven's stars
that you could never possibly
compare to....
Which one of us decided to use
unassuming lingo
like 'rest your bones here'
and 'i'd like to see
colorado'? 'i'd like to
See You'
would have been honest...