Thinking About Passing By

Within the dripping paunch of darkness,

There are no boundaries to retain.

What I see,

Is only what I see.

-There are voices that drift through the black you aren’t allowed to distinguish. A car door shuts. You hear the clicking of heels upon blacktop.

Would the pavement shred the skin of my knees,

If I dropped from the sky,

And rose to your waist?

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