I love my baby but we can't
see each other. We go through
life blindfolded, by feel,
and pass through our lives
like ghosts but real. We're
saving money to move to a tree
in the woods, and once we're moved in
among the roots
we'll agree to take
the blindfolds off for good.
And you will bake lemon slice,
and I will put out shoots. We will steal
water,
light and air,
and every last meal.
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