Billy sat back on the couch
slouched, bent forward
over two remember when love letters,
the kind meant to make him warm and sweaty
like wearing
a sweater on days the ozone is a factor
in the forcast
in fact,
his palms of his hands were wet
his pulse feathered, fluttered
won’t she ever get the point?
he changed his number
now slumbering on the moments
she and […]
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