syncopated! we were so
lopsided
but every night
our grating tritone somehow resolved
to a perfect fifth,
just like that refrain in Maria…
and we’d forget that when we walked together we had a limp.

when we weren’t together
we would talk in sevenths, and
i’d keep waiting for the octave
but until we met again
life remained a seventh chord

and we both knew
our deceptive cadence was a temporary tonic
and we were plagued by the promise
of a true Plagal
to send us home.