How should I measure a distance that remains incalculable, that gestures like a filament in turquoise water or the edge of a feather flashing beyond the hills? A long time ago when you arrived, I looked beyond your eyes and understood we come from a luminosity in darkness, a wound that crackles the sky continually open with stars. How could I match their offerings? Overnight it dips below freezing and the floorboards palm the soles of my feet. Some people refuse to turn a steamed fish over in its platter— Instead, they lift the spine and its forest of bones entire, this being one way to arrive unharmed at the softer side.
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