A Confirmation
less than a year together | he’s first to wake up |
early on a cold morning, | blankets bunched on her side |
the house hums | a low, steady tune. |
the world is calm | enough to notice something |
small like the warm pocket | of air pulsing |
between them. it feels | to him like a mercy |
like a confirmation | of what, he won’t be sure until |
years later, looking back, | he inches closer, |
not touching her, | allowing that space to swell— |
the idea of some future | happiness, maybe, |
nurtured |
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Date created | 02 Mar 2012 |
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Date modified | 08 Oct 2016 |
Manuscript | The Great Permission |
Journal | Burlesque Press (Dec 2013) |