he was walking down the street and everything was familiar but it couldn’t have been home. no one was on the street and no one was in their house. he walked and walked and stopped in front of the piano. it was in the middle of the road and so was she. they stared at each other with great reverence.
“i’m moving”
she said after a great while
“me too”
,he replied.
“i don’t want to move”
(she looked tired)
“I don’t want either one of us to move”
(and he was in love)
so they sat on the piano bench together and when she looked down it looked like the belly of a big cat and when he looked down it looked like a sleeping python.
“do you want to hear the song i wrote?”
she put her hands over the piano and every key was depressed. every key was depressed and the sun moved across the sky like a scared sacred purple comet and when it kissed the horizon it could not process the beauty of every puzzle fitting with every other puzzle ever. so it exploded like a firework and the sunset - in that way - ate the sky. i liked it he said thank you she said. he went to open his mouth to ask her something but instead of words there were eight thousand bees. they circled around them both. she looked sad but she is smiling. she is smiling.
in the morning
when he woke up
it was to a body covered
in hives and ejaculate
and it was his own.
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