in a moment sweating
with possibility
I twitch
small talk
when the big talk
is hanging
in the air
like rain not yet fallen
as I watch your eyes
waiting for them to turn green
as my tongue
heavy with words unspoken
strains against my lips
and the teeth that bite it
wanting to be free of its awful
and miraculous burden
or maybe it’s a gift
but I cannot know for sure
until your face falls
and like Anubis
I weigh these fleeting lives and deaths
against my feather of a soul
blown away too easily
in the gust of your
careless sigh
wilting under the glare of your
careless eye
prying with my own
looking for signs of
orange detours or
blue moons or

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