one hand open
to welcome the gray area,
other hand clenched
to represent
the size of my blood pump,
according to third-grade
biology, pulsing….
Hands
The world
will come apart
in your hands…
It’s bad news all around,
and I lie staring at the ceiling,
until you take my hand,
saying, let’s lose ourselves…
I’d know you
with my eyes closed
and my hands tied
behind my back. …
I used to think
the sparks or electricity
from your crush’s casual
brush of skin
was made up, or an exaggeration
to prove a point…
“I don’t believe it,” she said softly.
“You don’t have to.” He shrugged. “But it’s true.” …
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