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magic lurks
in the space between fragility
and resiliency. A living
being, an uncertain
future, exhaustion, the refusal
to quit. One breath, one phone call
one bite at a time-
a constant tension
impossible to ignore
the strike
of the clock that stands
by the door
impossible to ignore,
impossible to ignore.
the strength of her hands
once inconsequential
impossible to ignore impossible
to ignore impossible to



You notice
each part of me separately
and as a whole,
naming, in the process, my
and dissolving them
with your careful reverence. I know
I am beautiful
whether you are in the room or not,
yet I feel my body glow
wherever your eyes fall.
And I know I am strong,
carrying the burdens
of the day with relative ease, but
my muscles quiver in
anticipation of their increasing proximity
to your lips. When our eyes
find each other in
a room rowdy with bodies
and noise, it is desire
that makes me smile and
look away, but later, when I step
into your arms,
it is your passion,
steeped in tenderness, that draws me that much

for the light

There is a girl
in front of me.

There is a tear
down her face.

We meet each other here-
across a low table,
beneath a large clock.

We are repairing
something invisible
that only she can touch.

We are deciphering
a code
we can only read together.

Every week,
another teardrop
soaks into her cheek

and I imagine
it traveling
deep into her core,

where a small tree
is growing, and thirsting
for the light.

thirsting for the light