I was wearing running shoes, warm-up suit; it was maybe before a meet. I had longer hair. I was blonder. I had rounder glasses. My hair was parted in the middle. 206 more words
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I was given two words— “I love…”—and wrote for three minutes nonstop without lifting the pen.
Here is what followed.
I love words, I love commas, I love shows of affection, & low cores in connection to summer and happenstance and shorelines and saga with something sugar and confectionary as words sometimes are for the weak-kneed of us, the skinned knees of us, in harbors of light, she words me so well, under shower heads, under warm spray and warm hands with cords pulsing heat with hours all stretchy and elongated; I am love, sometimes, maybe when I’m caught unawares, in situ, happenstance, arms askance, and hollowed, honey-combed for hollow women in underneath wells so dark; I am love, sometimes.