You meet at Cafe 23 in March
spend some Sundays wearing the same sheet, 

plan a trip to Montreal for the fall. You don’t 
plan to hope you won’t see the paper bag 

with her rolled up black coat and a book 
of erogenous zones in Spanish 

you leave outside your door in the morning
when the elevator opens in the evening. 

Tourists ignore the signs asking them politely 
not to climb cherry blossom trees in peak bloom.

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