even alone
you move with her

friday night at the party
i saw you
side-step left
to make room
in your conversations
for her
measurements were memorized
by the shape you molded
standing right next to her
on softer earth
and packed back to the midwest
friday night at the party
i saw you
dangle bottled beer
in your other hand
fingers left free to find
her palm
while you looked on
eventually
jamming them into
your jeans pocket
nodding your head
like a metronome
and smiling
at the other faces

but you left your arm loose
an elbow pointing
to a vacant plot
in case
she left california
just long enough
to link arms

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