Between pages in books I read on the train
bites I take out of a peach
turns I make before I go to sleep
I watch us from behind a building
my umbrella rolling in the shiny sidewalk
the golden dog fur drooping with rain
your hand on a wall
your hand on my face
There on the corner
in between bites
my stomach drops
The umbrella the dog
your hand on the wall
the building I hid behind gets father and farther
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