It ain’t we

when he says we 
if he means me 
time to bend a bow
redo your I do’s

hey it’s me 
what now sweetie 
why you go awry
to take a powder 

we are two
juxtaposed
pieces locked in
a jigsaw puzzle

by we he means
all 1,000 of us
see how we may be
broke up and set free 

i’m the piece nearby
your cutup smile
sipping coffee
from a cracked cup

talk radio tune
static and tin
the road out
the intersection

of rack and ruin
of walk and rain
of rock and song
of whence and where

when he says
always
it ain’t me
babe he means we


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