our shadows on the sidewalk
stretched out before us —
taller than ourselves
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The last man
The last man standing
Understands a crippled heart
How lips bruise blue.
What melodies I whistled
What kisses I blew — Who knew?
A walrus, you say.
Your hand went to the bald man
A Portuguese tongue.
My hands fluttered to China.
Your heart crashed in Brazil.
