we would still be lying down by midday
giggling about the fun we had last night
and the night before,
and the night before
I sniff,
today smells fresh:
ciggies rolled, coffee brewed, you doused,
all savored in bed
we stay behind this wall of secrets
that have nonetheless been given away
by the telling sounds from one side
and the deafening silence from the other;
that will always have us snicker
at some point we will get up
travel across the city for an ice cream tub
idly waiting for tomorrow
when the same old routine begins anew
TP. Hồ Chí Minh, 6/2023
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