my friends now
are adults.
kids
are
kids.
I came home
and my heart got heavier.
it had time to think.
I went away and
thought out-loud,
burnt my flexing tongue
on coffee,
(adult sunday sutra.)
I got my mind scrambled
in the dark.
every woman
in street light
is beautiful.
sometimes
I go
blind.
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