Then three of us
got anchor tattoos
since it seemed
like a good idea
at the time.
Mostly we don't speak anymore.
I conveniently forget
it's there on the back of my arm.
No one's safe from hope's cruel joke.
We could have everything we've wanted
if the thought of that didn't terrify us.
Our lives are sung falsetto
the same way that they're lived.
Amen.
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