on horse legs, the street lamps arrive.
basket ball tree. everything swells
inside a july night. i wanted so badly to be
the plum in your mouth. smudged water glasses.
phone charger cords tangled. i crave saplings:
one to grow right above our bed. your laptop blinks. 
i wish my eyes were marbles so i could roll them under the bed 
with the dust & the dog fur & then i would ask you to kneel 
& find them for me. love is often about retrieval. 
bring me back bring me back. you leave everything 
(car keys, wallet, ghosts, spare moons) between my shoulders.
i wait on hands & knees for you to reach for them, for me.

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