ROMANCE / #mAGIC

a love poem

isn’t it always in this way—
having gone out for a cold one
and coming home with a wife;

being in that place, at that time
when all the world conspired
against it—that we cry magic?
 
deliverance would be better,
though the thought of going out for
cold ones now sends greater shivers 

down my spine, and not for the only 
time in the last ten years (i’m not
even sure that bar still exists;

yet you and i do), and whatever 
this is that lies between us, if 
that isn’t magic, then what is?

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