Things you wish you could tell the man who was once your best friend, after a night of dreaming.
Last night I watched you
drive a car like a chariot.
I don’t know where you
keep your secrets now,
don’t know where
they put the glove compartments
in chariots, don’t know how to
preserve affinity without an
airtight container.
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