You learn something new everyday.
Like how a conversation

That doesn’t mean anything
Can unzip you or prick the bubble

You’re wading in to the tide
Learning that the sand moves towards

The sea, in slow deposition. And
A shoulder, is like that too.

You shift towards a bough of flesh
Who wears the empathy mask on,

You converse about a moment in history
A moment of conscription

When I was writing on my room walls
Like a prisoner does, to survive

And that conversation, takes a chunk
Out of you, like the top sand

That deposits on the ocean bed. So
A friendship begins.

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