This is different and not before.
I used to stand on street corners,
feel goosebumps sail my skin,
stuff sweaty hands in pockets,
and overlook the great swarms of heads
for a shushing whisper
that had fallen from upturned lips
in a small hotel room.
Soon I'm going back
to different-
The before the before,
where we'll watch from sticky swimsuits,
breathe in air swollen with empty,
and let the clouds sweep past our fingertips
above the hum of a hive
without a queen.
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