in a small ohio town
on the second floor (god's son)
one word
5 letters
started the conversation (bonus:say word)
and none of us matter (a poem called “_______”")
two voices boomed from above (bonus:say word)
The body on the other side of the cold cell bars
did not stir
as the head nodded affirmation ("Happy Birthday")
but here i sit
cursing my own dna
for 78 inches
instead of the 84
that would have been celebrated ("just my imagination")
love
used to come
one
at a time
until
too much of
one love
was not enough ("monogamied")
what good does an open window do?

when a ray of sunshine warmly intrudes,
is it not a cold reminder of what could be? ("open windows")

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