the revolution of two

i see that

the world would

be made better

if we

crossed i’s

but didn’t

cross me

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it is a shame

that as children

we feel no shame

in reading to get lost

while as adults

we read to lose loss

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i am a friend

of a revolutionary

who stole a car

without any gas

and cut her hair

but still brushes bangs

hands to head

in a habit that

is hard to break

like when she says

it’s all coming down

and she does

every night

beside me

weary with the gun worn

asleep but not silent

for her parents are next door

and they deserve a good night’s

rest

even if they aren’t friends

and if they are complicit in the system

that brought about her

in the same way we bring about

nothing

the in between of a

universe expanding into another

lives turning parallel

yet still touching

we hold one another

in a circle