long day and (i come home)
again
to you, flash
bulbs like light (bulbs)
in my
head,
and wrappers
in my eyes, i unwrap
everything
in front of you,
upon
your desk,
reaching
out like (office) supplies
toward you.
i
only tripped on
one
sync cord...
it
was you.
i
turned things on,
and
loved you.
i go (in slow motion),
back
to you and
all your
brights...
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