You checked
on my door
expanding
With heat.
i could
make you
wooden door
in the
summer time,
but I
didn’t
kiss you.
—
you were
leaving
and said,
“so this
is the bike
you carry
up and down
3 flights
of stairs.”
i thought,
“yes, I am
looking
at him;
have yet
to ride it.”
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