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He stammers, stumbles forward She catches, mid-sentence Both fall, the weight too much A three-way with the floor Already she decides he will leave A blue-green sort of pain Buys a jar of hair dye Prays she won’t open it Already he decides she will leave The taste of cheap fat and sugar For 3 months and a half Cleans the spoons at home A universe yawns Everything at once and then silent They pick themselves off the floor Slowly at first, like lint Collecting in unknown crevices Discovered in un-kept time A janitor will mop up the remainder Not knowing who or what or why

He stammers, stumbles forward She catches, mid-sentence Both fall, the weight too much A three-way with the floor Already she decides he will leave A blue-green sort of pain Buys a jar of hair dye Prays she won’t open it Already he decides she will leave The taste of cheap fat and sugar For 3 months and a half Cleans the spoons at home A universe yawns Everything at once and then silent They pick themselves off the floor Slowly at first, like lint Collecting in unknown crevices Discovered in un-kept time A janitor will mop up the remainder Not knowing who or what or why