You might be able
to sit there with a bottle
of water in your hand
in the shade of the umbrella
I don’t know you enough to say
will I ever know you enough
sitting there in the real world
at least in one of them where
in this desert of love
water is served
cold artesian water
in poison bottles
it turns out
so do you drink it
or do you sit there
in the shade of the umbrella
alone with my never knowing
enough about you to say.
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