So Uncommon

The snare rains open
Like thousand shimmering heads of snakes
Turned on, ready for dance

Inebriated, not the painful kind
Not the kind that
Reminds me of everybody
Being everybody
And skirting the edges of their world, I

Just the snares.
The conversations
The Synth-pop, up-tempo
Down-Cursory
Everyday
Average
Thoughtless
Clapping
Exchanges.

Just talk, you know?

In between horny girls
Up-ed into enthusiasm
And raindrop patters
Of every-day talks over clanking forks
And clinking drinks.

You.

A rarity.
Bouncing into greatness between us.

We must be doing something right.

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