After Nine PM
But in the darkness, with mice at our Keds and cans with string tied between sills above our skulls, I felt what I imagined as your lips on what I imagined as my eyebrow moving south, mapping new directions until congress called it quits and we settled on each others teeth beneath the lights unlit.
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