At a Photo Exhibition with You and My Ex-boyfriend

I live in double time: third date with you
xxxand weekly dalliance with my ex
taking place in one gallery. Or two.

In one, you talk about the photo next
xxxto one I like, its night roads lit
like our bodies after burning sex.

The other holds him staring at a chit
xxxof a girl scrubbing a doorway,
open to one returning from the street.

Though details can be edited, you say,
xxxdigital photography
can't get the black of these old prints today.

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