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like how a love for hummingbirds could be the color of eyes. or my afternoon napping your profile.
shards of glass shift. each moment a colored bottle at the bottom of a river. sand smoothen. hollow. fluvial. each thereafter a conglomeration of fragments. disjointed. ligated. released. refracted into a dream. a memory of what was never there. a prism of all that is.
like how your footsteps are my tea after supper. or how the beach settles in your skin. my morning your head full of magnets. your gestures a park swing.
or how the cracks in the paint are my love for you and my love for you lies next to a tea cup. silver. smooth. waiting. under a glance. over the windowsill. a slip of light. a red reflection. a flutter of wings. drops of sweet water on the counter.
to appear in Heavy Bear, issue 2
11:58 PM
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