friday night

we read someone else’s poetry on ashy steps
and made broadway on an empty, brown-bricked loggia
where we played unprecedented love songs to the world
pirouetted like the ballerinas we never sought to be
all beneath rain needles that splashed on our cheeks

somos hermanas del alma
related not by blood but by the world

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