write some poems that i can give him ok (but they’ll all be about the hims) good idea bad idea no good twinning and losing

peering through thick glass your back to me is waiting any news at all? running down broad steps into your brotherly arms crying without breath!

is it the ticking of the third hand or the faucet dripping onto discount bulk blueberries both measuring time “going in circles” as he would

you are your own though your temperament reminds me of him your head is more ripe mango while his was more soft plum my love