value pack

by ty

re: it’s the hard-est

to forget how his brown eyes veiled over as the thin walls went up
and he pulled his tender parts behind it

to remember how to coalesce and differentiate, merge and separate
trace with a finger and smudge with your lips

to look into the eyes of the boy seated on the opposite side of the train
past pale reflections, through soundless exclamations

but it’s ea-sy

to forget his brown eyes
to remember how to differentiate
to look past the eyes of the boy seated on the opposite side of the train

because it’s always

rush,                                                   

                                     rush!

      rush?

when they want everything yesterday.

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