amidst the flapping and the hoist-y teamboys shouting points;
that's how I know we scored, scored again, are winning.
Take that SF! And back to YouTube videos
of birds twisting tunnels of dna through weird areas
and the slow sweet sock dance of loneliness I dance
on your carpet and taste your grappa
drifting from the drawing table back to the mirrors,
taking in the view that must cost you a monthly million
watching my reflection my only companion thinking go,
team.
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