She is holding her hips and complaining
about how her back hurts. They lean against
the wall together and look into the same
book, wide open in his hands.
The heavier the burden the more likely
the tendons in their knees will slowly pull
apart, and leave them on the ground in all
the pain.
Everyone tells them that they’re
too young, and there’s a truth in that since
they still don’t know themselves.
Over time they fill up all the shelves and
buy new ones to begin cluttering, like a mind
getting broken then repaired.
They can almost feel exactly what the other
needs, and they compete for what they do.
not have a name for.
Teleporting Typewriter 