a star in each eye like a headlight we were
taking down walls between
spaces in the basement
where
the Germans drink bad American
beer watching the chalkboard
silently watching
the chalkboard the ghost words about
economics
or an approximation of
a lecture - two hours old - and
you followed me following
you into the room
next door next to the
wall I on you
your hand finding the space
between my ribs when
the door opened you smiled
I hid in the space between your throat
and the wall behind I was cold
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