then, the little boy who wouldn't dance
we both shared a few flashes
the bulbs blew brights and green
a light shared, a deep inhale
and the exhale close to the ear
speaks over the speakers
directly to the space where
one forgets to ask the right
questions and do the right
research so that the night
extends itself past what
the clock imagines for us
(where did you go, Jennifer from Dallas?)
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