Beam
she smiled at me
and I thought
what a nice smile
disarming in it slow reveal
a slide across teeth
beaming crookedly adorable
hand slapped on thigh
because
actually slapping yourself
in public
could be seen
as what it is not
and is at the same time
just a stinging reminder
that’s all
that is all you want
in that moment
a reminder of how sliding
into a smile like that could bite
like how good it might feel all over
you have fallen into too many
the saliva stinging memories
you wish you never had
some you wish you had again
but you have no desire to time travel
to be somewhere you have already been
so you feel the sting
the slap
the tread carefully
you have a habit of running
chambers first
maybe this time
this time maybe
you want to go slow
recognize your own navigation
lead with something other than
what’s been broken a time too many
to count
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