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under one roof

Our beds deflate overnight 

And couch pillows press paisleys into reddened cheeks.

This basement has a sunset wall,

featuring gin, a border collie, and Hemingway.

Together we sleep!

United by soup and shared highway miles.

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I wake to the beeping door,

counting us—¬†

adding up our late-night cigarettes,

and semi-private porch conversations,

"the midwest is good for sounds," I hear,

and a cicada echos over a pool of chlorine.

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At the wedding, we believe in dancing

but haven’t decided about love.

If we don’t cheer the cause, will the crickets cry out for us?

.

Slowly, slowly, we begin to scatter.

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