Rare Air
In this moment of scuttle
space between us shuffled
an awkward new place
solo survival dance
our six foot hover
skirt right or left
an Electric Slide
so aptly dressed
past lovers are we
checkout line nods
all polite niceties
this rare air of space
a lack of certainty, our fate
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