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Soirée

Your humor is deft and cutting

my fingers off one by one,

she said as we left the party.

I started up the car and said:

Every joke holds one blade inside

the breast pocket of its coat

to open things and liberate

the world of unremembered light.

This exchange took place without words.

A snowbank leapt into the headlights.

The car seemed to know the way home.

Until that moment I had been waiting

to put my mouth over her mouth

and breathe the ferment of the evening.

This might have led to touching

the soft parts of our bodies together.

Instead we fell asleep, tongues

heavy in our mouths like fish.