Go ahead and answer your
space ship
You said,
My phone startling us
both.
I had been ineffectively
Dabbing at the seeping
gash
In your scalp with
napkins.
You,
Having obviously
Enjoyed my music enough
To bleed appreciatively,
Looked around the tired
Bowling alley venue
As if seeing it
For the first time.
"Love it," you
smiled.
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