Braeden Sagehorn he/him/his
momentary courage
paint me a picture of the moon.
the one we saw that night when
we met in that bar i kept passing
on the way back to my apartment.
when i caught your face—golden
as the beer in your hand,
smiling, as if the world had invited you
over for the time of your life.
i don’t believe in love
at first sight, but i knew
in an instant that i
had to find out
what you were like.
i wanted to dissolve the window
between us.
i wanted to melt between the walls
and slip in to see
what i was missing.
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