SKIM

These words spread acid holes
onto the paper.
You live together.

Remember with me, if you will,
when you hid behind the sill,
went in for the kill,
and scared me eternally still.

It was the day of the first rain,
I was late to greet the day,
and all I could say was this,
“I enjoy the cold.”

On this you weren’t sold.
You went searching for gold
in the parking lot cold.

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