Arabian Night

The night is populated with tiny sounds
Cars miles off
A jet somewhere
A boy turns over and exhales
And my ring
Like a parasite in my ears
My Siamese twin
Talking during the silence of the movie,
“I’m going to remind you of what you lost forever. You’ll be one of those sad old men in the Arabian Nights, crying forever because you opened a door you shouldn’t have.”

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