she and i have spent some time together.
i think that if i lived with her, i'd daily
invite myself onto her lap to eat a sandwich.
as it is, i only pause, eat at my knees with my fingers,
and find my body in her body, well fed, rested.
notations of the stains that form from gently squeezing the bits of all these days (like blackberries)
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