She said, "If I can find
two black butterflies,
then I can do this."
The three of us,
oh, we went glenwooding.
They spoke of red wings.
Sweet to be girlwatching
with a girl,
and aim darts in a bar,
and sweet to be walking them home
at 2:30 am,
and sweet this morning to sit
alone with a Mandarin Mint
and remember our night,
and as they sleep, to write.
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