Him:

DAY 13

Her:

in us is a line,
centering how we turn.
two poles waiting to meet
keep the earth on axles.

stay.
but avoiding hurts less,
she thinks,
her backbone curving,
more every year.

we don’t notice the wilting skyline
though
your arm in my arm
are rods we learn to spin in, spin out
from
the horizon throws a spectacular death
to hide tangled nerves and a hunch
we feel in our centers,

turn back. turn away.

Posted by:jasmine

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