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I came home from a day
radiant with life lived

between being and becoming

conversation and connections
of insurmountable measure,
over hung with a precipice
of ‘never speak again’ rain

I came home to discover
that you were
soul-mating
again…

then slowly and yet all at once

the lack of communication came
forth from your colic words

filling the room
with the smell of
coffee
and my hands with
the desire to check
my phone

and I remembered

what the iguana said
back in the day
when I had forgotten
what days were

I remembered

how two eyes can
see individually,

I remembered

that there is pleasure in the
slipping of sand,

I remembered

how important it was to embrace
the pain of shedding
my skin