Category: Love
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I say, tilting my head
,” I say, tilting my head adjusting my earring, you holding my coat and scarf as if you are my servant, laughing with eased waists, as if we are sisters. At the front desk, you say, “go figure,” shrugging, I nod, pay, tip, sun streaming, warming everything it lights, you disappear into the back office,…
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Daily practice
My muscles tear for you, infinitely small and subtle, healing and tearing again. In time, I am bent to fit you, my edges sanding down, curves softening, wrapping through yours, less opposite, more flexible, able to twist with your twistings, sigh with your sighs, wonder with your wonderings — a multitudinous one. I dissolve, I…
