How your lips are soft within your beard
The walk when our hands shied away into one another
as if they were home before we were
how you breathe into my chest when you are tired
into my lips
eyes locked
when you’re awake
how you wake up like nothing’s the matter
the storm of hair from a nap
how good you look in blue and gray
the challenge of debate
the miscarriage
the long, long illness
how broad your shoulders are
how much you carried
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