Your games



Your games

start and end like a diversion,
I guess it made you laugh
to find my drawing next to yours,
you attributed it to a whim
the first time,

the next time you knew
it was intentional so you
looked at it slowly,

came back later
to look at it again, taking
the usual precautions:
the street at its loneliest hour,
no car parked at the corners.

You made sure to gaze
at the graffiti in front
with indifference, feigning
interest through the window
next door, then you
hurried away as if nothing.


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