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few of my favorite writings from the week
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palm readingwhat does it say,
she asked,
& held her palm out.
i spread her fingers apart.
your life will open & remain open,
i told her.
what does that mean?
she asked.
i slid my finger
down her thumb
& palm
to wrist
where i held it
over her pulse
& said
all
y-
our
m-
any
p-
et-
al-
s
w-
ill
f-
all
as
you
beg-
in
to
lo-
ve.

trauma.she had tried to resuscitate him,
pushing against his resisting chest
even after she had broken all his ribs
and had his blood covering her hands.

learning to forget how to readi hate it a little
with my bottom lip
pulled between your teeth
it's like moonlight,
the only light by which
i really see you
i don't know how to think
(about you, anything, this)
and everything you do
is balanced on a scale,
waiting for so much as a breath
to knock it from its centre
(if you don't ask me
to come over, if you
greet me with a television
or hands in my jeans, if
you wait for me before i
leave you in the morning, if
you kiss me upon awakening
or sleeping or as i drift
between the boundaries of
here and with you,)
i am just caught in the tides
the ebb and the flow
as i fail continually
to understand
that