to happen, emergency room
doors closing fast,
tonight is one of those
nights, the kind that never end,
the last of the bombast,
we are unarmed
and unprepared
for what comes next,
but I love how your hair falls
over your eyes when you smile
that smile that smolders,
fingertips a breath away
from my forearm, neon blaring
jukebox howling,
bartender knowing,
the crowd thinning,
and closing time
looks like longing, feels
like a whisper
before the end of the world.
Alex lives in Minneapolis.
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