traffic outside our motel
door was pounding surf
and the maid vacuuming
and thumping around upstairs
a passing summer shower
I pretended we drew
a circle around ourselves
everything inside eternal
everything outside purely
temporary forever
however finely made
I pretended we slept
for a very long time
first with you sitting awake
by my bed all night and
then with me sitting awake
by yours all the next day
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