a choice: forego all ritual
or pursue it
in your cut off shorts.
the tapping of the pot top
on the pot and the clicks
of the fan pull
caught in the fan
pull my mind away from
my body i admire
the holiness
of your knowledge,
the way it lets you be naked.
we are "ships in the night"
and we are going for a spin.
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