Maybe
I will let this wind
Enter my veins
Let it carry me
To a new calling
We could
Cross this street
And take the bus in the opposite direction
Go down Lyndale
Until we can’t go any further
Hop onto a different line
End up in one of the suburbs
We could
Smile
For real at first
You
Would stay at home
I would get a few more ties
I would trade my diet
For an all-you-can-eat buffet
You would sacrifice
Red-dyed hair for
Lipstick and fingernail polish
Our house
Indecipherable
Our affect
Blunted
Maybe
You can stay where you are
And
I will stay where I am
Today
Let me ignore the wind
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