photographs from canada

wednesday at the beach bars
brings more of a crowd than sundays and mondays
your brothers smoke cigars
as we pass a grocery that shares its name
with the shaggy one this week
who puts his arm around my shoulder

i see your hair is forty-one days longer
than seven spent on the west coast

four months ago you showed me
some photographs from canada
two girls kissing, and little did i know
that august would bring me three degrees of bacon
from the one you’ve never met

i was blinded by the fact
that your eyes look like your mother’s
and curls like twins don’t equal
an open heart to match

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