december poem.

you fall between two
alphabetically,
a place they have both
been before, on
bleachers in snow

i fall for the
drywall, the bottles of wine

if you were not
you i would reach for
wrought iron

the gate would swing in.
you would vanish. if you
were not
you i would find

lost pieces of bolts in the ice.

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