vital signs
the first thing i notice
is the dirt underneath your nails
this leads to us pressed up
against a plastic
slippery dip
the moon drains the colour
from my bare feet
you go to find
a tree to piss on
& i am charmed by your discretion.
while your back is turned
i try to put my ear
to my own chest
check if i’m still breathing.
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