If I respond
that means you made a promise
Or were a promise
I expect to be filled with glory
on the final day when
I lift up my shirt
and so many plastic rosaries
flicker cheap paint across my ribcage
and its capture.
Did you take a photo with
your phone? I expect
no less anymore
my privacies are those
slow moments when the party
is just at its end but yet
not and you avert
your technologies and do
something human like
take my hand and say
I've always liked the way you
and I converse, the way
your shoulders lean in listening
and how you get so
hyped you spit.
That's the kind of friend I need
right now. A noticer.
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