RUN WITH YOU

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I want to slip poems into your pocket

and leave my hand inside to keep you warm. 

I want to stay up late on the kitchen floor

drinking champagne, laughing.


I want to buy you clementines

and fall in love with the way the sticky juice slips down your fingers. 


I want to stand at the end of a long hallway 

and hear my name - a hum, a whisper, a shout. 

I want to run with you and towards you

at the same time.


I want to dream of you in a kaleidoscope,

eight different versions of the same smile. 

I want to spin in circles and not fall down

‘cause I’m already dizzy most of the time. 


Yes, I am bold 

and tender-hearted

and strange. 

Now you know that I’ll write poems for you.

So please tell me,

do you like clementines the way that I do?


2023

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