when you jump on a trampoline you take your boots off

cigarettes don't taste as good as they say
in a 1999 Ford Taurus                          
parked on someone else's property
heat turned up as high as it can go but
even that won't make our breaths invisible or
rouse your feet: frigid and covered in hay

at which we pick
naked telling each other
dead baby jokes
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