think about large fonts and small fonts next to them think about what this means and the space in between think about two clouds in bed two new friends two people with their hands out looking with fingertips think about this, think about the distance that has to be created between people to let others in think about how eggs look fried on toast an avo in bed you told me you cried for the first time since you were a kid that she cheated on you in Colombia and he told me he can’t trust me, hasn’t spoken to me in weeks you always cock your head to the side when you consider a point and now you laugh that I’m in your bed that we’re ‘negotiating boundaries’ after one small, soft kiss you make up new words for sensations, mates, above us a poster: Stratus Kumulus Zirrus repeat this image of a tally ho being pulled from its packet in my head I get tangential telling you a story you ask: what was the point of that? there’s an ice porpoise melting in a bowl in the living room downstairs
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