Morning points

So the boy went to texas.

Shuffling new drunk against a hatchback. nowhere. cigarette dangling. trying to hold it all in. suck it back. make it seem like this trip was all the fuck worth winning but really...as disasters go, well...

Still, he's humming. two years later. better set for the eclipse. magic happens. spurn the wrist and then, suddenly, singing.

Late wind and old friends. markers met and the counterfeit play lays an aim and so we pray in beds made well before we came back home. warm faces. almond shapes of hope and graceless hands.

Fucking love.

Fucking awe.

Fucking moment upon moment upon slack jaw agog until the knuckles spill the burns and there isn't a goddamn trace of anything to divide us from the whirl.

The kid kissing you in refusal.

Our nude charm.

Our fuck all everything.

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