A List

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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