after all of it,

the Dear Prudence chorus drowning out cricket din

chocolate-strawberry-banana layer cake, toppling sickly

a crystalline wine glass overfull of cider

I stray away, end up beneath the snow globe sky

drawn by bright pinpricks of Cygnus, the cross

a boy is here beside me, and later we will sink into bed upstairs,

crazed with lust, or boredom

grip each other’s cheeks between flat palms like long-lost relatives

assert wild limbs where there is no room for them

but for now I am altogether enthralled with night

our universe burrowing into my eyes

with the expanse of other-life

a Milky Way looking more like spilled soda pop

that surely shrouds my long-lost twin

whose birthday is

also today


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