poem turns to cow

do i come can also
starlight leave me on seen as
12345 particles

they do nothing
while i sit crisscross applesauce
facing you in a baseball field for quiet some time

once the floodlights turn on
shot the perimeters of our bodies with photons
like to be captured on film

embarrassed now and feeling like
two took look too long at one other
i reach for a moooooooooooo


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