You're just across the room from me
and twelve years ago,
lying on the couch and listening
to Wild Is The Wind again,
the Cat Power version.
What were we up to that morning,
seeing how good we were at purring?
Dangerous to live so long
in the same place. I keep
bumping into ourselves like this,
any time of night or day,
doomed smiles on our faces,
and have to look away.
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