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by C Dylan Bassett and Summer Ellison

Me and my secret lover meet in a diner
which is our bathroom. Toilet seat table.
Fountaindrink sink. I bang
on the pipes while my lover laughs, splashing
the bath water. My name is Franz.
My lover’s name is Kafka.
We make our love a secret:
When the door opens, we scuttle
under the rug. We do not love a light.