They shouldn't have cared, because in
Coca-Cola blind we have the unmistakable red
of songs for someone
that lovers can thin-slice
while in the flesh.

— Erasure poem from Malcom Gladwell’s “Blink”

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our bed

First it was a knee.
Then wayward arm with sweaty fingers.
And hours later wanting sprawl you push; urge
Me off our bed – my body an unwanted barrel
over a waterfall’s edge.

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