You swallowed the sky, the moon sat in your stomach, a rock, a soft murmur, that erupted as gravity pulled you into yourself.
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I have long since forgiven your lies. I have long since forgiven my body for failing, for breaking. Maybe forgiveness is transitive.
I wake and I am a burning mahogany. And what I mean is there are days I am engulfed. Other mornings I wake and I am most like the horizon.
If you break her heart, I will hear it snap with the ear I pressed against her motherโs belly.
They say the way to a manโs heart is through his stomach. There is no proverb about the way to a womanโs heart. The way into her is more important.
My thighs say: We donโt want your praise, man on the street cornerโฆ man in the parking garageโฆ man in Walgreens while weโre buying tamponsโฆ
You, big lady, were the only Disney character who ever looked like me. And while you may not have had the waistline of a princess, Iโll be goddamned if you didnโt have the swagger of a queen.
The first time I saw her, everything in my head went quiet.
Donโt know what it is to get lost in someone and not lose yourself.
Love is a sandwich. Both are silly little things that we created. We put both in our mouths.
I wish you unlocked doors // meals prepared side by side // I wish you concerts under stars // with someone you love.
