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This ache defines my body –
crosses, uncrosses my legs, traces
fingers along curvatures unmapped
by foreign travelers.
This want defines my time –
turns sleep into daydreams, matches
my schedule to yours, walking
beside, one shy footstep at a time.
This love defines my life –
shapes my body to be softer,
my time to be flexible, my heart
to be richer. The ache and want
become sharper, but calmed, content
in being lesser expressions
of something far greater.
crosses, uncrosses my legs, traces
fingers along curvatures unmapped
by foreign travelers.
This want defines my time –
turns sleep into daydreams, matches
my schedule to yours, walking
beside, one shy footstep at a time.
This love defines my life –
shapes my body to be softer,
my time to be flexible, my heart
to be richer. The ache and want
become sharper, but calmed, content
in being lesser expressions
of something far greater.
Literature
The Sum of Infinity
I don't know if I'll ever tell my children about you.
(I don't know if I'll even have descendants.)
A family was never on my to-do list,
until you came along.
You made me wonder if I wanted kids, just so I could say to them
"You know, the day your dad and I met…"
because I thought we could last forever,
and I'm still not sure if we have.
Our friendship endures, even as I fall asleep
picturing her arms around you,
and I wonder if you'll ever come back to me
but spend every day noticing the reasons I'm glad you left
and hoping you'll return.
Never intending to fall in
Literature
volte-face
If people were numbers I’d be an 8
all generous curves with a wasp’s waist.
If people were numbers you’d be a 9
head hanging low with the world’s weight.
Literature
the preoccupation of st. lament
knives eager,
not-quite-spine tasting.
curvature in goddess thirst
flirts with betrayal
of skin tension.
already rasping
in platelet tones, darling
my aches are no
unknowns, my patiences
prone to dangerous
roams.
rain, be ancient
and droning. wash
this clamor from
bastard canals
with no preciousness.
i am exigent, meager,
not close to comfort
nor correction. did i mention
the relent of my
bled lips?
said this
in blank verse
to match my stare.
puncture now
while i am
elsewhere.
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Oh my, this is sublime.