roommates
we are all just
supplements, landmarksalong the way to wherever it is
we’re going again.
i think somewhere between
the smell of burnt hair
and garbage fights, we became
family; maybe not in the unconditional sense
but in that tolerable way. we came
together as temporary
solutions to the bigger question,
stuck together while we trained
for the marathon, and now
come spring, we will
disband, scattered among
stories of beds in elevators and
not “keeping in touch.” we are all just
space-fillers, and time-fillers, happening
to love in a way that grows long after
we’ve forgotten where influence
sewed its beans.
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