fourteen times around the same corner
over and over we tread this ground
your insides are paper thin
my insides are razor sharp
sometimes, the night comes too quickly
sometimes, the morning is all we have

dark green grass in front
the squirrel can come to the window,
eat our bread out of tiny paws
pushed together in prayer

if I had to, I would do it again.
if you wanted to, we could do it together.