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I am here,
Watching the stars,
And there are no stars like the city stars
(because there are no stars in the city)
And I noticed the hair in my face is not mine as we kiss in the grass that is tickling my neck and the world is spinning around,
Dancing to the street sounds
Of cable cars
And the brakes of cars
And the bicyclists, standing on their handle bars, and
We laugh,

Knowing.

You’ve seen the likes of us before,
All shit-faced and in love,
Laying under the stars that are still there, obscured by city lights but are still there,
Through your pounding and screeching and running and seagulls flapping and trumpets playing and honking honking honking and the blue water lapping on the docks and your students and your fathers and your shoppers and this sweet boy who loves me,

I am here.

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