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Best Friend

Adjusting bra straps,
she thinks she's alone,
I should be turning
amid blue tiles,
steam and water dancing,
washing her from me.
I see the back of her thighs
and remember holding her last night,
kissing "roommate only" telephone-promise tears,
understanding private bar nigger boy hiding,
loving her.