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[The way you stood under those stars]

grace (ge) gilbert | Poetry

The way you stood under those stars
like it was romantic, like it was like that,
like it was. I want it to be how it was.
Was it how you pictured it? I want you
to name what it was. How high you
were and who you were with when it
was. Your eyes dark cinders, your
shaking hands deciding how it was.
The way you said lead me on, took a
racecar toward the end there how it
was. We ended where we began, mixed
metal of our thighs touching. You
wanted something sweet. I wanted you
to like me. Even still, even after, even
was. I hadn’t seen you before, then I
saw you, now it was. A bird’s open
beak flying sideways. I didn’t want it
how it was now can’t name what it
is. Can’t name it. Can’t name you. Can’t
name what.