you wake up to notice
that there were two friends, like
looking in a mirror, but one with a beard
and one without. They have beaten each other
savagely, but the
other knows that they are friends. the look through the
ferns and then the pine trees begin asking questions. One
knows drug, one knows wine. there is wild biting, honey and locusts.
you fall asleep again, feeling like a rose garden, prickly and smooth, visited
only if there’s a rainstorm.
(they’re gangsters)
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