untitled 

i held my hands in a soft grip 
around a concrete pole at 24:00 

all the words escaped 
my mouth 

life is not an open chasm 

and I would love 

you

love 
to say 
your name in dark 
breath 

it was you
after all and 
me 
and 
ours 
like time 
and sours 

fleeting

i could live here
and try to catch water
in my hands

i could live here
and try 

– sheila cordova

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