making homes

I saw a boy I liked today,
last year. I froze him and time
scrolled words across his face
to read messages from long ago.
I blinked, and he kept walking on.
I let him go, and let you pull me
forward, with a smile at your
excited hand in mine.
I get lost in that feeling,
skin against skin that isn’t my own.

Skin against skin that isn’t my own,
like making new homes.
Supple pressure on buttons,
that start and stop without pausing in the past.
No reviewing what didn’t last,
and only touching futures.

(4/4 poem)

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