anipani
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First Connections – or on how not to make that first phone call after managing to blag a telephone number the night before
not a competition entry, just for fun!
Park benches and red dresses
memory and decrepitude. all in one little poem!!1
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Your love.
I am naked under your gaze, lovely, to you, and newly, to me, true. Being you; effortless, makes me more than before. And less, the spaces in between as critical to form and meaning.
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Declarations of love
Wake half -hour early, for eldest son to rally; neither of us are larks. Bake the baguette he’ll eat for lunch, having remembered to remove tikka from freezer the night before.
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Waiting for you.
I know I am missing you all the time; not in your absences, but all the time. Because I am clocking the countless ways I used to think of you, when you were not here.
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