We missed it

When someone hops steps two at a time
it reminds me of a friend I use to have.

She left for some reason, but if you hop
two steps at a time, you’ll remind me of her,

of Nine Stories, and dog watching, and cats
who eat grass at home.

***

Everybody’s mad at me.
I use to be happy too frequently.

***

On a roof in Brooklyn I liked everyone,
and they me.

Later, some of them told me they were lying.

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