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Look out your window and know that the universe conspired to craft the sunrise for your morning tea, the mug clasped in hand, the light bouncing from the balcony railing. The empty seat next to you will always be filled
and I will never properly thank y
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“Would you scratch my foot again? These wool socks make me itchy.”
“What about biting your tongue?”
The grandfather smiled. “I only do that when my feet-scratchers aren’t around.”
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That shirtless guy looks like the man I almost married. I can almost feel that beard sanding my inner thighs again.
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I sat bathing in the sun.
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The universe will fuck you over in the end./
That’s what it does, what it’s good at—
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I am a sunflower. I turn my yellow and black face, bruised, to the sun, hoping its light will heal me. With my eyes closed I can see my stamen, veins in my eyelids, bulbous where they intersect. The sun feeds…
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. . . how a body calls
in the dark. . .
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"and I turned to you, at some joke we shared,
and saw winter ease its hand,"
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The young man is back again, solo,
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collar of stars pale blue
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