your leather jacket has eaten me,
consumed me so i no longer remember
things besides meeting you
in a packed, merry place
run by mechanical strangers.
you threw me in your black
open car, smelt the leather
of my shoes. how the sidewalk
shook when we stepped on its grease
circles and danced because the moon
was as full of milk as we.
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