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we’re on the bus & i’m looking out the window. the streets are passing & we’re through aldwych rumbling down fleet street & there’s the spot where we jumped in the cab, four of us, leaving her on the street to wait, even though it was her party, her night. there’s the spot where we were tripping over the curbs, where i didn’t know yet. there, just there, now, we’re passing it now, the bus thumping towards the cathedral, past the spot where the three of us looked up together & it was the one pure moment of the whole trip, his mouth shut for maybe one purely quiet appreciative fucking minute. my hands grow cold & i forget where we’re off to now, past the tower where we didn’t ice skate, & there’s an anvil in my chest & i’m gnashing my teeth until he goes to brush his teeth & i can pull the curtains on a part of town you never knew.
