i popped him in the jaw - he said he hated to be coddled.
we delivered futures, rolling over.
when i awoke, a wordless apology was hanging from my upper lip,
and my head spun with frustration.
his gentle breath on my brow, my spinning was lost to him.
stalled and cast onto a lover's bed.
he quickly left my lying there, rooted and made.
made to sort out my own character.
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