The woman from Norway
delicately broke my ribs
one by one in the dark
hyperextending
my sentimentality.
I thought about you
in the darker
how novelties from May
wore off faster
than your mascara
on a rainy night.
How the hours since August
have been mocking me
and the one that follows
is a bullet:
how I can’t stop time
from reaching my eyes.
I thought about us
in the darkest
but it’s goofy thinking
that led us here
and goofy thinking
that can reverse
these fractures.
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