Living Together

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One summer weekend

we whirred together
French cream
strawberries
ice…
truly
becoming

a seamless blend
…when the machine
stopped.

 

I looked at my lover.

I struck the machine with my hands.

We struck the machine with our hands.

I looked at my lover.
His eyes were a perfect cliff, and I’m
afraid of heights.

He had no explanation.
We had no explanation.

We struck the machine with our hands.

 

No explanation.

Just like no explanation for
rain, rainbow, cloud.

Just like no explanation

for what happens

when two people live together.

 

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