she said the clouds had as of late
been speaking to her
she was insistent upon the faces in
her sliding glass door
she wanted to see her son she
wanted to
be with the one
after a mojito i agreed.
after a mojito i agreed
that we both should release
because of the clouds
and the red-tailed hawk
and the plane feeling so electric
above the fat glistening off the ribs
we both understood that we should
release
the clouds told her so.
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