Across the table
She blocks a shot, as only lacrosse players are able
Decisions to make like the end of an episode of First Dates
Menu perusal offers a flimsy stasis;
The man I scored against during our Christmas truce
Tomorrow I will aim blow away.
This month, too many stars in Mars to avoid hard sparring.
Marring assaults shake salt from old pillar tops,
Loosening the stylites.
The horrifying, unhealthy nightlight of distant nuclear detonations,
Lucenting the midnights,
All we can do is wait.
Alchemisland 
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