and today is the first day I ever walked out the door
not for bread, not for eggs but for the hot hot mess of humanity on the other side
I walk slowly down the sidewalk but really I’m ramming my tongue down her throat
and then a careful glance where your black holes stare straight on into her black holes
and amongst each other’s galaxies you feel meaningful
you are the most significant speck of dust on the dashboard
and rumor has it your hands your arms can reach anywhere in the world but all I do is ask her if she wants to go lay down in her bed
and she says yes yes of course hallelujah and
and I put my outstretched arm around as the other one goes to the store to get some breads, get some eggs and I breathe as if air was free and oxygen limitless


Author: brice maiurro

Denver poet. Author of Stupid Flowers, out now through Punch Drunk Press.

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