You are there-
mute as the moon,
or the milk in my bowl.
I am here-
hand over heart
like pledging allegiance.
It may be more dangerous if you remain silent
about this whole mess,
this love business,
this sticky fog between our voices that cakes everything.
I imagine it would be much worse
to hold your breath for 2 minutes than to acknowledge
that someone passed gas.
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