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connection/disconnection

connection/disconnection

 

i know:

your eyes are the color of almonds; i want to swim inside of them

 

a cigarette                       the smoke                  a meditation

i think of:          (the place where we meet: the chinese bakery

drinking black coffee, eating sesame cookies)

 

you place your palm on my chest &

my heart beats in your hand (not knowing what else to do)

 

the space                          a prayer                       a tiny dream

 

at the airport we wait for my connecting flight

–unsure of when it will arrive

 

i remember:

the face of the lake ripples; a black fish swims beneath

 

a pause                           your breath                 you exhale

 

for all this trouble, which we have earned–i know it is worth it

 

-ciara

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