civic duty poem

jury duty

waiting w/ a book and a pulse.

w/ the pack of gum slipping from my pocket.

w/ you and your soft swallow.

and w/ you and your peach yogurt, spoon scraping the bottom.

w/ eye contact w/ you.

w/ your dropped quarters at the vending machine. w/ me craning to see your decision.

w/ my neckline too low.

w/ the whiff of vanilla.

w/ your jawline, your moving temples your cheekbones.

w/ the pink bug bite on your neck.

w/ scuff marks w/ hot July skin w/ sips of water.

w/ your sleep right at my shoulder.

w/ me not saving your seat.

 

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