look: awaiting
april she tells me, counting months so the silver bangles clang together down the smooth lines of her arms (can you imagine the metallic colours of a place you've never mined?) tumeric & saffron & cloves, waking at midnight to boil water for your tea. there are patterns illegible as things that are written on the body. white socks stained by the red hem of a cotton sari and many silks folded in a country far, far away. this selflessness cannot be taught.
construction paper plans for a new season: i am essentially done, passing already into next chapters & rifling through school archives. securing space. the truth is i am unafraid as i never thought i could be. far more intrepid. today, i walked halfway across the city with enough change in my pocket for a loaf of bread (sidewalks & sunlight throwing us into each other again). may there be sunlight. may there always be such malleable days.
another winter we survived & green things light up the earth.
construction paper plans for a new season: i am essentially done, passing already into next chapters & rifling through school archives. securing space. the truth is i am unafraid as i never thought i could be. far more intrepid. today, i walked halfway across the city with enough change in my pocket for a loaf of bread (sidewalks & sunlight throwing us into each other again). may there be sunlight. may there always be such malleable days.
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