Titiraqtuuluaqpiuk #1

I painted a picture of aspens with my eyes

As I stared into a cardboard feeling coffee cup.

The milk foam rose and fitted itself into all the shapes of your dreams

As I remembered what they looked like on the airplane away from you.

We always sit, close-eyed, facing each other,

Telling night stories.

Your entire world changes the more you know the people in it.

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