and I tried to thread back
whatever it was
you were -
crammed together friends theory
it kept us in heated shelves,
and we paid good money
to be there, to show our teeth
to the night
on the roof, you confessed
no I did not learn anything, but -
that's when and where we are similar
big bright joyous naiveté
in the face of changes
quivering grins prompted by a candy secret
the sky got pink, a heavy trick
pink like it only does/can
in this city
of so much
the floodlights of tasteless love
techno is made by aliens
and computers are our alien hearts
we flirt through data, learning to love
or remember, at least
another, another world
and then we talked of something actual
you put your head against your eyes
people have died
and are dying
but everyone has this
I walked away
towards the train
each stride asking the next
never to forget
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