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He calls for her
He calls for her as the shattered vase settles into a new cartography near the bed. A floorboard creaks. The day’s pangea just as changed.
Read moreAfter this, will the kiss
After this, will the kiss you plant on my cheek at Narita Airport become a scar? The sun is rising; your hand still in the small of my back.
Read moreThere is no lasting peace
There is no lasting peace, just days like this: the house warming outside in & Sam, his bare feet on my lap, biting his upper lip & reading.
Read moreThrough the louvers I see Joy
Through the louvers I see Joy. Was it only last night that she’d pressed me against the tamarind tree? I touch my arm, ready to let her in.
Read moreWhen he runs his fingers
When he runs his fingers through her hair he feels like undressing his alibis, flimsy as they are. Naked, he wants marriage. Clothed, alone.
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