It's blue veins bulging like electrical wires.
Women holding small shoulders
Passing us listening to stupid music
Around a clear air of non-sound
Between us that felt like you were
Never really there.
Your clean soft skin
Like plastercine moulded with
Thumbprints under the cheekbone
With a nervous quiet
Like meditating rabbits –
And unwrapped from a towel
You float in space,
Uncommon as a bullet in the spine.
You are happiest away where I am
You soldier the roads
With an old shivering presence,
Gives me a thirst for Coke.
With a mouth square as a brick
And eyes brown and quick
You'll see me coming.
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