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Mind Aerobatics

Leo Hussain

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My car keys rattle

As the engine turns off

The silence — deafening

— interrupted by October rain drops


Moonlight penetrates the windshield

It paints an outline of your face in blue

Your hair, your nose, your cheeks, your lips

Across the console, “Say, can I kiss you?”


My car keys rattle

On the old desk in your room

Both in your bed, I’m alone

High and dry in the January cold, I wish I drove home.


Across the room, please — say, “Can I kiss you?”

You won’t.





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