No—don’t touch the band-aids in
the lower drawer, yes: that one
contains the tepid towels
from last summer’s rain,
a cold compress to wipe away
those tears you wept one night,
that June night, so the song said,
when lovers’ lips parted
and cicadas blossomed eerily after
that midnight kiss.
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Eileen