Ankles Break the Ground

Our seats swung

in tandem,


that day in the park,

swinging to-and-fro;


I remember thinking,

I was swinging into another dimension with you;


nice I suppose,

when words scratch my throat—


your love can be seen,

no matter where I go,


trapped in cells,

inhaled so many times—



like a girl;


like when the parking lot blocked us,

and I went back home;


whatever it was we shared, I only wished,

for as long as I was there,


on earth, beside you, on a swing

or dimensionally-speaking,


near the orbit of us,

that we made our bed…we took our chances…


and when it ended…

we would smugly sleep tangled in what was left.


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