You pull me
into the bathroom
not to wipe but
because our narrow slice
of attic sky
has sprouted an
explosion of sunset
Never have I seen you
stand so still
your first humility the awe
of standing before the heavens
“You should watch this when I’m not here,”
you say. “So you can know
I’m watching too.”
I hope you know
the only reason
the rest of the universe
is not jealous
is because your world
is a well-kept secret.
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