Boys Who Like Playing With Cats

There are four years between us,

but you remark that some days,

(which feel like months),

it feels like four hundred,

as you lay,

four inches from me,

in a single bed,

containing two singles,

stupidly supposing that nothing suspicious will occur.

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I am listening to subliminals,

through earphones,

turned down low,

so I can hear all the effort you go to,

to pretend you’re asleep,

as you explore me,

and I feel like a fraud,

because I spent all day telling the walls,

carpets,

windows and washing machine,

that it isn’t weird for you to be here,

because you’re like a brother to me.

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Some say,

that much like riding a bike,

you never forget how to…

Well,

as you may know,

I never learned to safely ride a bike,

but according to an anecdote you shared,

with the one who was merely a world apart,

many worlds ago,

that you then shared with me,

after sharing my bed,

and sharing a cigarette,

I am surprisingly proficient,

for someone with no balance,

no dexterity,

and no hand, eye coordination.


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