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Stegosaurus

I was on a bus for hours once
So I celebrated the dawning of our friendship
By texting you nicknames for yourself
To give us a shared something that required the simple maintenance of memories and smiles.

"Stegosaurus."

When things fall apart later, I examine the evidence,
Like fossils, in diorama, under glass.

The science of friendship is faith.
It's missions
(Can I trust you?)
And milestones
("I believe you")
And excavation
(Why did you do that? Why? Tell me why?)
With details that are precious and rare

I watch you struggle, so young
through the amber tar of your history
Glittering in the firelight of the things that destroyed you.

I dig.
And you have your resin-hard convictions
And I've got a theory
But no proof.

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Love Is a Double Edged Sword

In your car, the heat enveloped me like a cloak that afforded no protection
And you told me,
Instead of asking
Why I haven't called in six years.

And I'll hold my tongue.
Because these french fries are delicious
And your best friend is three hours from the altar
And I'll be damned
(Literally. Damned.)
To ruin and dishonor,
If your personal revolution is going to take its precedent
And make her get mascara on her pretty white dress.

I'm not that cruel, sweetheart
And you knew that I wasn't
Or we wouldn't be standing here.

The truth is out there, 
and it's wearing the clothes that you put on its back.
And it's inside of you, too,
like an ache in your bones
and a specter 
that chills your dark ocean of sleep.
Or a knot in your throat 
when you get
Voicemail.
...Again.

Today, there will be rituals
And tomorrow, I've got a plane to catch
While you go back to sitting on the razor's edge
During your long drive up the coast.

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Cross-Cultural

people are like rubiks cubes
colored parts that rotate
and fit neatly into slots
and people are like oceans
with pieces floating on the surface
and dark mysterious waters below,
never seen by the human eye

and people are like people.
with variables too numerous to quantify
or map out on any spectrum
or allude to with words.

my intentions were clear
but only if you were speaking my language.

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First and Last

She held him without reservation
His breathing calmed,
Her heart pounded and
softly she said, "I wanna know you."
and he said "You will."

And now that it's over
she got what she wished for.