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park benches
we listen to interviews
with quantum physicists
and ghost hunters
and angry revolutionaries

and we watch ourselves get smaller
the universe get smaller
the imaginable breathing, shifting

intertwining our fingers
our voices stick in our throats
while we whisper abut the multiverse

and because we each matter less than a quark
we kiss

everything known and unknown
is between us

and because we're made of interesting stuff
we press our bodies together


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