i thought friends and family
were particular parts
of the love-hate center
in the brain. i hate you at the train station
but i must love you on the train
because the yellow light
makes my rinds soft,
my eye-rolls come undone.
you were for me and oh so sorry
as you rub the little tip of your nose
to my wilty, peckish check.
i am not so sorry, so foreign from
any feelings i've had today
and i engage them as i kiss you.
we are far away from the things we say
but somehow underneath them.
wouldn't it be easy to love-hate
all over?
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