3/30/17

That Instant

you know you could throw sparks off of your fingers if you could snap them hard enough and you remember where your friends live and that light blazes the trees and woods they've built and you know they will not and could not bring the person you fell in love with years ago and you know, anew, the years have treated yourselves differently as recklessly as you knit them the same.

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