The doors were green, the sheets were grey,
watching people in a local Wal-Mart,
making cracks about red-necks
and folks from the south, even where were’re from,
and later turning over toe see you there
on top of the sheets, and feeling happy
as though it were something intangible next to me.
The walls were white, the curtains chestnut,
the chairs hideous and we never sat in them,
I jumped on the bed to make you laugh,
you did the same later, and our affection surfaced,
frustration released, we smiled at each other.
Your car was black, the night was blue,
and we’re not sure what love is, and one day
we’ll stop trying and remember this
as all we need to keep between us.
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