birmingham, Al

the rusted place i used to live
had hills
and the lights on those hills
were goddam pretty-
at about 10 pm- before thighs get sore:

you parked far away, troughs
of anticipation in that walk.
the hills where I used to live

let you plan
conversations in a cup

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