Nobody's got the brains; we share between our
fingers. -I grazed your
knuckle when I
reached across.
We shovel sharing.
This is the place
your neighbors are. We've met.
She works at an office and he
does something else.
Their boy ran track and field.
There is more I can remember
if I think.
You make words from what
you know. Talk about wine and
we have aged. Numbers
step outside the clock.
Nobody's got the brains; not
even all of us. Outside the airplane window there's
no ground.
The wings curl off
past the ice.
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There's so much isolation here, with everyone else.
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