Popcorn

tiny rectangular black hole

sucking us all in

                                         faster

I think it's scary

To have someone

Who has done horrible things

Be in charge of our country

Have power and be in control

I love our world

But it's a mess

I don't want it

To get worse

I feel her bracelet cold on my wrist

I taste the coffee bitter in my mouth 

I smell her perfume drifting in the air 

I see her standing over me, strong and beautiful

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our friendship needs no labels; the kind of thing where

we ride back from a college basketball game together

on a bus too bright for March and, 

voice raspy from shouting,

circle: the roundedness of a

marshmallow spent too long in your pocket,

meant for my mouth; the almost-perfect

eternity

of your fingernail as you traced my collarbone

remarking how winglike our shoulders were;

I never realized I was lonely 

Until they day I met you

And then you left.

And it’s not that I really knew you

More like a friendly face

And it’s not like we will ever be more than that.