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I. Sunflowers

Your favorite flowers follow the sun,
and you’re lost following yourself
Uphill, downtown past little aqua houses

Little studio apartments,
At dawn warm bodies, hot coffee,
red bridges over cold bays, and housekeys on a lanyard

II. Meet me where the train tracks end

We’ll have sweet red wine while the nights are still warm
One star overhead and grass wet under our feet,
cigarettes rolled with rainbow pastel powdered fingers
throwing up heady clouds of exactly what we’re not allowed to smoke

Sharing blood and bruises between the two of us
like black liner, blue shadow, and red lipstick
Tequila mockingbirds with sketchbooks in our bags
and knives in our boots