Dawn. We kiss, say our
You, the boy who is my best friend,
listen carefully to the account of my dreams.
You know where parts come from, just as I do.
You know me,
inside and out, like
the motions you use cutting and shuffling cards,
except without the years of practice
yet at the same time
a lifetime of listening and observing.
We get ready for work,
the day ahead planned and uncertain.
We are a tag team, a cassette tape and pencil.
Together, nothing can keep us down.