so close
at my counter
I can see your
wrinkles
crinkles
drinking my beer
I would never touch
all the words written
too much
spark in the air
between us
you cannot feel
shark on the wall
not here
your laughing scorn
you think me weak
you paint me
broken
crawling
I listen
my counter
my kitchen
your distance
your rules
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