[KYUSU SPLIT]

you and our childhood sushi restaurant

pub down the street

know it's in me

you and the forehead mole making faces 

car i connecticut and losing

          to know more about a book and you 

have questions          about               you

            in front of the front door

of me as you sat on a toilet somewhere

it is now bad i am bad for you

are green i am green tea

Words by t.n.s.

sharing a green tea pot before the irish

you and the oily red thing you order and i

veiny eyeless                your plate

putting on red lips in the backseat       of the

a drinking game because you need me

have questions about my poems              i

and sleeping with you             on the floor

you and your camera taking photos

in bushwick      i am loving you even when

only                  you are simple you

green tea

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