I breathe
You breathe when I stop
our chests rise up, and down, ribs breaking
and re-breaking like a sticky dance,
like a thunder storm
tap, tap, tap, tap
but it doesn't actualize into lace, or jewels,
it stomps a dreadful truth:
You and I are not talented in the way of music
our bones do nothing but chatter,
the clanking of ice!
If two negatives make a positive
then one of us is a blushing berry,
and the other - a june bug,
abrasive and senseless,
Our ground is not common.
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