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two breaths one hush —the lobby folds us in
Fingers on the rail the velvet remembers my weight
ticket stubs like small confessions stamped with late
Neon flickers to the rhythm of a distant drum
I learned to move where the light is coming from
There’s lipstick on the cushions names that never leave
a cigarette that drew a map of what I used to believe
I file my secrets into coat pockets and songs
zip them up tight so the silence grows long
A mouthful of chrome a slow train passing through my chest —
I trade my pulse for a beat that sounds like the rest
Dresses in the dark tassels that take their time to fall
you called me brave once from a row of chairs and all
Backstage is an atlas of routes we never chose
lightbulbs sweat and the mirror only knows
I memorized the shape of how applause sounds from the side
kept a private light for the moments I’m allowed to hide
I learned the cues: inhale tilt soften then pretend
and how to say goodbye without saying “friend ”
A pocket of rain under a velvet roof —small and loud
I carry it like an instrument played in a crowd
you move like you mean it —(like you mean it)
i move like i owe it —(i owe it)
we orbit the same bright thing never touch the core —
wishbones and marquee lights we keep score
the city hums in scales of blue and broken gold
“A coin flipped into an ocean of faces ”
“it sinks it spins it knows all the places ”
“A window fogged by promise and breath ”
“wipe it clear see me see what’s left ”
I find little altars in the corners of the night
polaroid saints with edges worn from being held too tight
Your silhouette settles into the aisle like a bruise
and I keep folding curtains into shapes that refuse
We traded honest names for roles that looked the same
now I practice leaving in the middle of my own refrain
A match struck under stadium skies —a small steady burn
A velvet coin a neon tear —both teach me how to learn
I don’t shout the title;I don’t need the sign —
I keep the pulse the hush the line
two breaths one hush —the lobby folds us out
