Bloom, love


on days when I have dehydrated skin,

like leather

you remind me we’re not all in ruins, and


we’re cellophane wrapped around hard

candy / sunrises that cast shadows


I’ve kept my words between my teeth

but you spill them, freely,

even when

your swipe-to-type phone

feature riddles the ends of e’s

with extra b’s but only when

the word starts with c:





“I feel so closeb to you,”

you say


And you know

I’ve been comforted for ages

knowing that we’re entwining lifelines

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