Me and my second hand
my one-of-kind woman
here drinking on the rooftop.
We’ve got certain things
here in common,
we take turn listing grievances
the one great thing
we both can agree upon,
we’d jump without question.
One last shot
the rooftop is closing.
We walk to the edge
she extends her hand
perfectly manicured nails
I might add.
She says,
“Let’s do this”
we jump.
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