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i am falling in love with hisi am falling in love with his hands. it is the rest of him i am not sure about. maybe his hands could heal my shallow heart, tamei am falling in love with his
my reckless bones
hands connected to arms-- they have a quiet sort of grace, a strong masculine beauty. his hands speak stories, boiling water for dishes kneading dough for bread, holding
someone who hurts each vein a lyric or a melody, each
line in his palm an anecdote, every scar a secret and each freckle a surprise
soft.
dry and smooth


Home"Get up, come with me. Look into this mirror," he ordered gently. I did.Home
"See that face, there?"
"Yes," I said. I stared into my own face, tired and haggard from crying, eyes puffy and sad, skin blotchy and red with a few blemishes here and there, and chubby from not exercising enough. I immediately began thinking of things I'd like to fix.
But then, as if he could hear my thoughts, he said, "In that mirror is the woman I love. So don't you dare talk about her like that."
I turned to face him with tears welling in my eyes. One droplet escaped and he caught it, wiping it away with his thum


My wordsShort poetry used to just sort of fall out of my day like spare change I used to have words appearing in front of me, begging to beMy words
Rearranged and made to trade places,
Like the spokes of a bicycle, spinning over and over Round and round, and round Blurring together until the edges of the pieces of the puzzle can no longer
Be found and the thing is now, I can't do it I can't write. I've been neutered in a fight I don't even remember.
But I do - it was last September.
That's when things started heading south - or maybe even as early as
July - that's when I started ge
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