King Street Phone Booth

For A.F.


I will see you in December


until then, what I’ll remember most

about that King Street phone booth is

not the full-blooded crush of your lips,

not the thudding of your heart against its bars,

but the vision of my hands

steepled between us

and the criss-crossed rubbing of your palms

against my kindling fingers


trying to start a fire

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