1. yet there will always be more

    like the spring that makes a hinge inside a hair barrette snap amid fine silky strands and comes undone only with the accompanying sharp finger pricks when the snake of tears that’s usually coiled in my throat has opened up to slink metallic elastic across my collarbone pressing not like a thumb but more like the gentle palm of a hand where it meets the wrist in that hallow known as the jugular notch turning to the databases never did make any sense in the search of stories about time these mysteries that return to burn themselves up like words that can’t be examined because i’ve always been fascinated with this idea of the black hole plot line that eats itself up since everything happens future past present all at once in a combustion of moments alit on fire and they only led me back where i knew the folklore is always waiting to see what the tricksters have to do about the issue so anansi bit my ass again with his ability to do the impossible and win all the stories but still spill all the wisdom so there was just enough of a little bit in all of us for me to see that timelessness is on my side and surely there must have once been a time when we made love i know the only reason i can’t remember how the skin at the small of your back and behind your knees and on the palms of my fingers under the hair of your neck feels right now is because it hasn’t ¬†happened yet and that’s okay too because every unrequited lover has her day on both sides of the coin and if everything is never happening at once i guess i actually can just sit right here and wait

    forever if need be

     
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